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"Model Made to Waddle" Chapter 4
🕑 Added 2025-05-08 17:48:01 +0000 UTCVain Ariel's slow downfall really gets started at an exclusive party. It's the beginning of the end, and she doesn't even know it.
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Ariel loved to dance. For her it was more than just the joy of free flowing movement and the burst of endorphins that came with it. It was the way her dancing captivated others that really got her going. Ariel loved being stared at. She loved being objectified. To others it would have been an annoyance, a burden.
To Ariel it was a drug she couldn’t get enough of.
To Eleanor it was an annoyance that she was forced to deal with, but she reveled in the knowledge that those days would eventually be well behind Ariel as she began her fattening revenge.
While Ariel shook her tight ass on the dance floor for everyone to admire, Eleanor dreamed of making that ass fat and flabby. But it wasn’t enough to dream, not anymore. Now was the time to act, to make use of the weapons that were at her disposal.
There was food to be found floating on trays all around, and the alcohol flowed even more freely. Ariel had indulged in plenty of the second, but not nearly as much of the first. Instead she had kept her focus on the dance floor where she could draw the most eyes to her.
Eleanor’s eyes kept traveling from waiter to waiter as she tried to calculate how to get as much fattening food as she could into Ariel’s slim stomach. There were many decadent dishes to choose from thanks to the evening’s benefactor.
Kristos Malliakas was a large man with a gift for largess. He was the kind of man who reveled in all kinds of indulgence and it showed. He was known all over for his largeness, for his large body, his large wealth, and especially his large and extravagant parties.
Parties thrown by Kristos Malliakas managed to both be expansive and exclusive at the same time. For instance, this particular party took up an entire hotel rooftop with a pool and included elaborate displays of exotic animals in cages. It was star studded with lots of celebrities milling about including an array of beautiful models, including Ariel, the most beautiful of them all.
Getting into this party was a big deal, it was exactly the kind of event that Ariel was looking for and, lucky for her Eleanor and Kristos went way back to a time when they were both younger and far slimmer. For his part, Kristos, while a large man who certainly stood out in a crowd, was also something of a Gatsby-like figure who enjoyed maintaining quite a bit of mystique and intrigue about him which meant he was seldom actually seen at these parties.
This meant nothing to either Ariel or Eleanor who were both into the party for entirely different reasons.
Ariel only cared about the other people and how jealous she could make them. She cared about looking her best as she enjoyed the privileges that her hot body afforded her.
Eleanor’s focus was on the sheer amount of food that was available at this party.
To Ariel this party was a hedonistic heaven.
To Eleanor it was the perfect place for a trap.
Eleanor needed something to get Ariel distracted and set phase one of her approximately one million part plan into motion. There were many plates of hors d’oeuvres being walked around, but none of them had struck Ariel’s fancy yet. She was far too busy with her dancing- and the thrill of attention that it brought her- to pay attention to plates of mini stuffed mushrooms.
This was a problem because Eleanor and Penelope had already had three of those mushrooms each, and they were supposed to be fattening up Ariel, not themselves.
Then she spotted them.
Ariel was an absolute sucker for shrimp cocktail, and Eleanor finally spotted not one but two waiters bringing around large plates of the stuff. That meant the first part of the first phase of her plan now needed two parts. One, she needed to get Ariel out of the center of this crowd; two, she needed to get Ariel to actually eat a shrimp. Just one would be enough to do it. There weren’t a ton of calories to be had in the shrimp, but Eleanor hoped just getting her going on them would really jumpstart Ariel’s appetite.
Luckily, that first bit was taken care of by Penelope. Far less intoxicated that she let on, Penelope danced her way over to where Ariel was, Elaine-kicked to disperse a few of the people and then pretended to stumble so that she could hip check Ariel. It took a lot of humility on her part, but Penelope already felt like the butt of plenty of jokes thanks to the uncomfortable tightness of her dress clinging to her chunky belly.
“Watch where you’re going, fat ass!” shouted Ariel after nearly being knocked to the floor.
But Penelope pretended she didn't hear her and just kept dancing wildly, looking Every bit the drunken mess and forcing Ariel further away.
“Ugg. You drunken, clumsy cow. You’re such a dumb fatty.”
Ariel was too flustered for cleverness, and she was also successfully broken from her rhythm. Defeated for a moment, she staggered in her heels momentarily as she steadied herself and looked for someone walking around to serve her another drink.
And that’s when Eleanor pounced.
It was easy to slip a pair of twenties to the two waiters with serving trays and get them to strategically circulate around Ariel. Luckily, as most waiters are, these two were also actors. So they had a love for drama and a sense of timing and character work (and also really needed the twenty bucks). With excellent flair, one moved right past her, catching her curiosity with the sight of the delicious shrimp cocktail and then completely gaining her attention by continuing to walk away while ignoring her command to stop.
People did not say no to Ariel very often. They certainly never ignored her completely. So when the first waiter kept walking, it made Ariel hyper aware that there was shrimp cocktail available, that she wanted it, and- for some strange reason- that she did not already have it.
So when the second waiter came by, Ariel cut him off completely and expertly snatched two shrimp with one hand and then caught a third with her second hand while the waiter was walking away. Like a lioness playing with her food, Ariel held the first two shrimp between her knuckles and dangled them over her head. Then she smiled as she lowered them toward her awaiting mouth slowly. One by one she wrapped her lips around the jumbo shrimp and sucked them down, right out of their tails. Her lips made a satisfying smacking sound each time. She really enjoyed eating the third one, giving it a playful little wiggle before sucking it down.
With three shrimp tails in her hands and still not being drunk enough to just be rude and throw them on the floor like a common slob, Ariel waited for the try to come around again. This time she was able to stop the waiter completely, deposit her tails, and then knock out four more shrimp in rapid succession with each one dipped in the delicious cocktail sauce.
A few people couldn’t help but turn their heads and witness this display, and when Ariel noticed some of the hottest guys on the boat looking her way, she grabbed two more shrimp and made a show of deeply taking both into her mouth at the same time and sucking them out of the tails with such ferocity that they made a distinct popping sound. (That was something they almost certainly didn’t hear, but she was quite proud of it.)
Now shrimp, even jumbo ones such as these aren’t worth a lot of calories, even when they’re dipped in cocktail sauce. But they did wet Ariel’s substantial appetite. So, after snatching and sucking down two more shrimps, she was ready to grab herself another glass of champagne and snack on something else.
That’s when she found that the mini-stuffed mushrooms were calling her name, and she was finally ready to answer.
The first stuffed mushroom hit with a surprising but satisfying burst of greasy that squirted out and shot right to the back of her throat when she bit into it. It didn’t stop her for a moment. Instead, Ariel just took it all like a pro, picked up another stuffed mushroom, then a third, and a fourth. The mushrooms were deliciously savory, stuffed with cheese that was incredibly delicious. They went down quickly too, addicting little things that they were. She lost count after seven but still kept going until her eyes caught the mini-crab cakes that were going around.
First, someone came up with the bright idea to do tequila shots. Ariel did hers, lime and all, while barely breaking stride as she flagged down the waiter with the crab cakes. She didn’t bother fooling around with just one and plucked two, one for each hand, dipped them into some tartar sauce and started to stuff them one after the other into her eager mouth. There was a part of her somewhere in the back of her head that told her she shouldn’t do this, that it was uncouth, unladylike. Her mind was trying to tell her that some people were starting to notice that she was perhaps eating a bit too much and a bit too enthusiastically. But the alcohol did a pretty good job of pushing those thoughts down and freeing her to think about more important things-
Like how she wanted two more crab cakes.
She ate those quickly as well and only half-heartedly wiped the crumbs that had collected on the top of her designer dress away. Her eyes sparkled with alcohol and with the dewey realization that she had somehow missed that the crab cakes were being served with some sort of chipotle mayo dipping sauce and that another one was called for. She dipped it in the delicious sauce and devoured it, but she limited herself to one because she also spotted a plate of shrimp shumai that she wanted to enjoy.
Two kinds of shrimp at one party? This was Ariel’s kind of shindig. The delicious dumplings steamed with ginger and a variety of herbs were both sweet and spicy thanks to the sauce that she dipped them in. And their size meant that once again Ariel could comfortably eat four in quick succession. In fact, thanks to her eager appetite and the lowered inhibitions thanks to all the alcohol Ariel had consumed, at one point she had her cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk with two shrimp shumai crammed in there at the same time. She looked ridiculous, and yet she felt like she could eat so much more. And it wasn’t even just a question- she wanted to eat so much more.
So she did.
Two more shrimp shumai soon found themselves swallowed up by the sultry model.
Slim and sexy Ariel was acting like such a greedy fatty, and she didn’t notice it.
She certainly didn’t notice how swollen her stomach was starting to get.
It wasn’t much, but Ariel’s dress was designed to be tight, and while the portions she was eating had been small, the number of them was enough to give her the start of a real food baby. And by the time she saw the Thai chicken skewers with peanut dipping sauce her dress was even tighter.
But that tightness didn’t matter when the craving for more delicious food still buzzed in her alcohol soaked mind.
Ariel grabbed two of those chicken skewers- because Ariel was efficient and why waste having two hands- dipped them at the same time, and then tore into them one after another. A bit of peanut sauce stained the corner of her mouth which went unnoticed as Ariel grabbed another piece of shrimp cocktail. Damn, that shrimp was so good, so good that she needed a second, and then a third.
It seemed like she had tried all the samplers and life was coming back around. As much as she loved shrimp cocktail, would she really waste her time stuffing herself with more when she could be back on the dance floor being admired? The loss of novelty threatened to spur Ariel’s appetite.
But Eleanor and Penelope were ready to move things toward phase two.
For the moment that required a little more embarrassment on Penelope’s part.
“Ugggg…” Penelope moaned in front of Ariel and grabbed at her own soft belly, which was still a good deal bigger than Ariel’s food baby.
“I feel so fat.”
Ariel couldn’t help herself. It was like a shark smelling blood in the water. Her eyes, slightly glazed by the alcohol, rolled themselves over until she looked down at the way Penelope was clutching the soft roll of her belly fat between her fingers. As she watched Penelope roll the fat roll between her fingers, Ariel’s lips curled up into a sinister grin, and she let out a staccato scoff, short and sharp and jarring.
“It’s because you are fat,” she said, and then she joined Penelope in the prodding of Penelope’s budgie belly.
“You’re so right,” Penelope said while nodding.
She made sure to keep her head tilted down enough before nodding to make sure that she flashed a double chin that the act of nodding only made worse.
“I’ve just… you know I’ve been such a piggy lately.”
The words were bitter in Penelope’s mouth, but she knew she needed to say them.
“Oink. Oink,” laughed Ariel, and that’s when Penelope knew she had Ariel hooked and just needed to reel her in for the kill.
“I just can’t help myself. I’ve been such a lazy, naughty little piglet.”
This one really got Ariel going.
“Hell yeah, you have been, tubby. You better be careful or you’re going to turn into a real lardo.”
“I am, aren’t I?”
“You totally are. You don’t have the self-control or the good genes that I have. You pig out and gain pound after pound. I can eat whatever I want, whenever I want, and stay slim and sexy as hell.”
Ariel emphasized her point by slapping both of her hands against what she still thought was her slim stomach. The sound of her hands hitting her stretched out food baby sound like she was hitting a taut drum.
A loud burp immediately escaped Ariel’s lips, but she ignored it completely.
Penelope, not wanting to let Ariel get off the hook by realizing how much of a pig she was already acting like, spoke quickly.
“You’re so right, Ariel. I’m turning into a real tub of lard, such a Fatso. But the food here just looks so good. You have to see the main spread.”
Ariel’s eyes popped wide open with interest.
“Oh?”
Penelope nodded quickly at the realization that she still had Ariel going for the moment, and now was the time to go in for the kill.
Acting like a good friend, Penelope pressed her hand to the small of Ariel’s back and began to gently lead her toward the buffet.
“Oh yeah. You like have to see it. There’s lamb chops and crab legs. There’s these gorgeous cheesy potatoes dish. Oh my god. I think I’m like getting fatter just thinking about it.”
“You shouldn’t have any of that.”
“No. I shouldn’t.”
“It would make you fat.”
“Yes it would.”
“But I could have it.”
“Yes.”
“Lots of it.”
“Oh yeah.”
“All of it.”
“Let’s go.”
As Ariel was led toward the buffet, she broke away for a moment at the sight of a tray of hors d'oeuvre that had somehow escaped her gaze earlier. The tray had delightful skewers of watermelon, basil and goat cheese, and Ariel knew that it was the perfect light snack to tithe her over until she got to the main event meal while also cleansing her palette and whetting her appetite for the next round.
She took two.
Then, when Ariel got to the buffet proper she really went to town. With eyes wide and mouth watering, Ariel killed another glass of champagne that had at some point been placed in her hand and then stacked her large plate with food. She started with a trio of lamb chops then piled her plate high with crab legs. They even had more shrimp cocktail, so Ariel grabbed some of that for good measure. She was determined to put on a show for Penelope and really rub Penelope’s inability to eat like an absolute pig in her face.
And Penelope was eager to help her.
“Don’t forget these cheesy potatoes,” she said as she slopped a messy spoonful of the potatoes onto Ariel’s plate.
“Hmmm, like maybe a bit more,” she added along with another heaping spoonful of cheesy, calorie loaded goodness.
Ariel set her tight (for now) ass down and ignored the groaning of her stretched out stomach as she tore into the lamb chops. There was no sense of ladylike grace. Ariel was too intoxicated to handle anything like a fork and knife. She was all hands and teeth. In front of anyone that was watching, Ariel tore into the lambchops like an animal. She looked positively feral as she ripped meat off the bone and gnashed on it with her mouth forced open thanks to the large bites she was tearing off. She moved through the lambchops quickly and tossed aside the bones. One of them smacked off the plate, dribbled on the table and then dropped clumsily to the floor, only to be kicked away by Ariel as she reached for the crab legs which she alternated eating with the shrimp cocktail.
The crab legs were pre cracked, so all Ariel really had to do was wrap her lips around them and suck the meat down. This was still a rather impressive task, but Ariel was more than up for it. And she sucked greedily and quickly. So quickly in fact that Penelope found herself grabbing some crab legs to pluck the meat out of the shells for Ariel.
“You don’t want to miss out on this delish garlic butter,” she said as she handed Ariel a dish of the stuff because she didn’t want Ariel to miss out on any of the real calories.
Butter dripped down Ariel’s dainty fingers and dappled onto her dress as she drunkenly dipped the crab meat into the dish. She licked her buttery fingers clean before moving onto the cheesy potatoes.
Many people might refer to this dish as potatoes au gratin or scalloped potatoes if they felt like being fancy and didn’t know the difference between the two dishes, but Ariel was too drunk for semantics and lacking in class, so she was simply eating cheesy potatoes. And they were delicious. Like all extremely fattening dishes, the cheesy potatoes were full of flavor, and Ariel was so distracted by all of that flavor that she failed to notice that glops how much of the cheesy goodness was speckling her cheeks and the top of her dress.
Ariel really looked like a drunken mess, a total pig.
But Eleanor was not yet content.
Sure, Ariel’s piggishness was on full display, and Eleanor could see the people staring at her and laughing. She had ensured that Ariel would surely be gossiped about for days to come, if not longer. But she wanted to strike while the iron was hot and really push the night for all it was worth. She was intoxicated, not just by alcohol, but by the sheer sense of control that she felt, something she had been lacking for so long.
So, as Penelope secretly loaded another spoonful of cheesy potatoes onto Ariel’s plate, Eleanor waddled over and sauntered up to Ariel as best as her obese body would allow.
“You’re not slowing down now, are you?”
Ariel’s eyes were glazed over from a mix of alcohol and food, and it was clear that she was about ready to slip into a food coma. Without realizing what she as doing, Ariel’s hands began to massage her bloated tummy.
“The food’s soooo good, but I’m just getting sooo full.”
Penelope took advantage of the opportunity to pick up a forkful of potatoes and hand feed it to Ariel.
“That’s funny. I like totally hadn’t thought of you as a quitter.”
Ariel snorted and then angrily snatched the fork from Penelope’s hand and spitefully stuffed another forkful of cheesy potatoes into her mouth.
“I’m not a quitter,” she mumbled through a mouthful of food.
“Of course you’re not,” said Eleanor as she gave Ariel an encouraging pat on the back, something that caused Ariel to let out a loud burp and conveniently made room for more food.
“That’s good,” Eleanor said reflexively and then quickly caught herself and followed up with-
“Because I saw Cassandra and Trishelle talking about how jealous they were of how much you could eat and keep your fit figure. They hate you so much right now. You’re really putting on a show and they just can’t keep up.”
Cassandra and Trishelle were Ariel’s most hated rivals, and Eleanor knew that dropping their names would get a big reaction from the bloated Ariel.
“Damn right they can’t,” said Ariel and she sputtered out some of the food she was eating.
“You’re showing them,” egged on Eleanor.
“Yes I am.”
“So you can’t stop now.”
“No. I can’t.”
“Not when you have them right where you want them.”
“Exactly.”
“Besides, there’s still dessert to have.”
“Hell yeah,” proclaimed Ariel as she put down her fork and swallowed the last of the cheesy potatoes.
And with that Eleanor and Penelope each brought plates of dessert over to Ariel. Eleanor had piled her with a couple slices of cake, and Penelope had gone for an assortment of cookies. It didn’t matter to Ariel. With one hand she grabbed at the cookies. With her other hand she picked up the fork she had just used for the cheesy potatoes and stabbed at the cake. Like an efficient eating machine, Ariel began to alternate between the two.
At that point, Eleanor decided that her work was done and she could sit back and enjoy watching the rest of the evening unfold.
She hadn’t been totally lying. She had been listening to Cassandra and Trishelle earlier, and they had been talking about Ariel, but it was more in mockery. And now Eleanor wished to eavesdrop on the rest of their catty conversation as they watched Ariel, already beyond bloated from the large amount of food that she had consumed, greedily stuff herself with dessert in a purposeful- if somewhat misguided- display of dominance.
And Cassandra and Trishelle did not disappoint Eleanor in the slightest.
“Is she really eating all of that?” chuckled Cassandra.
“You should have seen the amount she was eating earlier. Girl, I have never watched someone just hork down hors d’oeuvres like that. It was crazy,” announced Trishelle while miming swiping at and eating a lot of food.
Trishelle’s sweeping gestures went unnoticed by Ariel who was too focused on the delicious dessert that she was stuffing herself with.
The two women leaned forward in their sips and took slow sips of their cocktails as they watched Ariel continue to cram cookies and cake into her mouth. They were positively giddy as they kept tilting their heads to whisper cattily to one another.
“She looks crazy right now. Like, damn. How is she expecting to keep her figure?” asked the bewildered and amused Cassandra.
“I don’t know but I kinda want to see how far she can go, right? It’s kinda like a show now. It’s ridiculous.”
“It’ll be ridiculous if she kept eating like that and got really really fat.”
Trishelle’s eyes narrowed as she focused in on Ariel who was eating another slice of cake completely oblivious to the cattiness that was occurring around her. Trishelle’s mouth curled upward into a grin.
“You mean it’ll be funny.”
Cassandra, catching on began to nod, slowly enough so as to nod draw too much attention to herself but with an energy that implied her eagerness for Ariel’s downfall.
“Hell yeah it will be.”
“Just picture Ariel as a fatty.”
“Instead of strutting she’d be waddling around.”
“How humiliating for her,” chucked Trishelle.
“And wonderful for us,” said Cassandra as she fought back the urge to cackle maniacally.
“It would be nice to get rid of the competition.”
“Oh yes it would.”
The two looked at each other and nodded in silent agreement. There was a long pause between them then as they turned back to watch Ariel continue to munch on dessert after dessert. She had moved on from cookies and cake and was now dining on pastries. There were cannoli and profiteroles, mini-eclairs and baklava. And Ariel was scarfing them all down with reckless abandon. Even more absurdly, Ariel had apparently at some point called for another serving of shrimp cocktail which was now sitting by her side standing out like a sore thumb next to all the desserts.
“Seriously, she better not make this a habit.”
“Yes. If she did this all the time it would ruin her career.”
“Which would be great for us.”
“It would.”
“And she clearly lacks self-control.”
“Clearly.”
“It would be a shame if someone pushed her in the wrong direction.”
“Shame.”
“Encouraged some bad habits.”
“That would be so bad.”
“And turned Ariel into a total out of shape fat ass.”
“She’d lose everything, her figure, then her money then… well I’m sure things would be really bad.”
“Can you imagine it?”
“I could.”
“So could I.”
And so could Eleanor.
She could see it all so clearly, Ariel laid back like a queen, a big fat spoiled queen on cushions reduced to a lazy gluttonous spoiled pig. So comfortable. So fat. She could picture a dolled up Ariel looking ridiculous in a dress that was clearly meant to be loose but was instead looking like it was painted on as it wrapped itself around Ariel, stretched out thin, and looked like it was glued to places thanks to the sweaty nature of her folds of fat.
Ariel sat there, with a glazed look over her eyes as more food was pressed to her plump sauce stained lips. Her cheeks were redundantly chubby with crumbs dotting them and gravy that ran down her jowls and into the creases of her multiple chins. As she opened wide to take more food into her greedy mouth, her entire face jiggled. Her face was basically just a big ball of fat, round and soft. Even her nose had gotten plumper, and the chubbiness of her chunky cheeks made her eyes look beady and gave Ariel a very piggish appearance. The sense of piggishness was compounded as Ariel struggled to breathe around all of the food that she was ingesting which forced her into snorting that sounded a lot like the oinks of a pig, and a rather large one at that.
Her snorts were loud and deep, a true sign of her size. She was a rather resonant sow with her snorting near constant as she kept allowing Cassandra and Trishelle to stuff her with food, cakes, cookies, hot dogs, sandwiches. There was no rhyme or reason to the order in which food entered her mouth, and there was no end to it either. A hand would come up to her lips and she would dutifully and greedily take the food from it, and then another hand would reach her and she would scarf down that food as well. She was an eating machine, and it showed on the rest of her body.
Ariel’s enormous breasts were certified crumb catches. The massive mounds of flesh were practically spilling out of her dress even as they sagged low. Her bloated breasts were soft and saggy with flabby flesh that was covered in stretch marks. And they quivered everytime Ariel eagerly accepted new food into her fat mouth. The only thing that made her blubbery boulders for breasts seem small at all was the size of her spare tire. Her breasts were very big, but her gut was huge.
Her big blubbery belly spilled out in front of her. Her dress was ripped in the middle to allow the lower roll of her massive double belly ooze out and completely filled her big fat lap. The whole tore around her belly blubber in such a way that it also fully exposed her belly button which was dark and deep, and Eleanor imagined that she could lose most of a finger if she poked it in there. Ariel’s gut was a gigantic gelatinous mass of greedy gluttonous flesh that jiggled like jello at the slightest movement, and with every ounce of food that was stuffed into her fat face, Ariel’s belly stretched out just a little more. She moaned, and groaned, and snorted as she ate the food and ran her chubby hands up and down her flabby food covered belly. She would gently caress her meaty love handles, sliding her hands down her fat side and reaching for the sweaty underside of her blubber belly as best as she could given its supreme girth. Ariel’s underbelly was soft and sensitive, and it quivered as she touched it which just made her moan all the more.
Ariel’s arms were fat and flabby as well. They were so blubbery and weak that she could barely lift them to feed herself which is why she relied so heavily on her two model attendants to keep stuffing her with snack cakes. Her once lithe arms had been reduced to bloated ones with big blubbery bingo wings were her biceps used to be. They jiggled relentlessly because they were so fat and flabby. They were like soft pillows that were large enough to make them stick out when they sat against big fat sides. It wasn’t just the blubbery bingo wings. Ariel had fat wrists that ended in chubby hands with fat, clumsy, sausage fingers. She looked like an eating machine who had grown so fat that her arms had broken down from repeated use and her now just weak flabby limbs that left her reliant on others.
Her thighs were massive as well. Ariel needed to be sitting on pillows because any kind of chair would have been overwhelmed by the thickness of her thunder thighs. Her thunder thighs were these massive pools of fat that spread across the pillows and threatened to devour them. They were quivering masses of soft spongy flesh that rolled over her knees as well. If she were to get up and try to walk, Ariel would have been forced to waddle about thanks to the sheer size of her thighs, smacking and rubbing together, chafing as they tried desperately to push her legs as far apart as they could. Although are large portion of her thunder thighs was overwhelmed by the size of her gelatinous gut, the sides of her thighs, soft squishy saddlebags, could be clearly seen and were covered in stretch marks and cellulite. Beyond her thighs, previously slender Ariel had thick swollen cankles, and fat feet with plump swollen toes.
Ariel’s ass was also enormous. It had swollen until it was larger than the pillows that she was sitting on, and it gave her so much extra cushion that she was raised up out of her seat, buoyed by the balloons that were her bulbous, bloated, blubbery butt cheeks. Those chunky cheeks were covered in cellulite just like her thick tree trunk like thunder thighs. As much as they pushed Ariel up, her enormous ass cheeks also acted as an accomplished anchor which assisted in keeping her ass glued to its seat. Her as was big and blubbery and would have quivered just like the rest of her if it wasn’t trapped by her fat body, pinned under all of the flesh that made up her flabby form.
And of course, she was fat and she was useless which meant Cassandra and Trishelle were her eager encouragers as they kept lifting food to her mouth and playing with their piggy.
“That’s right. You know you want more,” cooed Cassandra as she tickled the underside of Ariel’s blubber belly.
“Just another spoonful of Mac and cheese,” added Trishelle as she held the spoon up to Ariel’s plump lips with one hand while allowing the other to sink into the spongy flesh of Ariel’s squishy thunder thigh. Her and sank deep as Ariel’s fatty flesh ooozed between her slender fingers.
“And another slice of cake.”
Cassandra smiled and shoved the slice of cake into Ariel’s eagerly awaiting mouth. As she did so, her hand reached under Ariel’s massive blubbery belly and bounced it up and down. The flab sloshed around and crashed onto her fat lap like waves. It undulated up and down, and if Cassandra had let that blubber belly go it would have kept shaking for several moments afterward.
Trishelle watched all this and smiled as well.
“You’ve been such a good piggy. And you’re going to keep eating and getting fatter for us, aren’t you piggy?”
Ariel nodded eagerly which made her multiple chins wobble.
Cassandra awarded her acceptance with more belly rubs and another slice of chocolate cake that she made sure to smear it across Ariel’s chubby cheeks.
“That’s right. You slim and sexy model days are over. You’re just our plump plaything now, aren’t you? Our big fat toy, our pet piggy. And you love it and want so much more? Don’t you?”
Ariel nodded again, and that nodding was cut off by another spoonful of Mac and cheese from Trsihselle who let a big glob of it plop right down into the canyon of Ariel’s cleavage.
“Of course that’s what you want, piggy. You’re such a greedy hog. And we’re going to give you everything you want and more. We’re going to stuff you with food until you’re the fattest fatty around, emphasis on the round. We’re going to feed you and feed you, make you fatter and fatter, and you’ll still be oinking for more. Won’t you?”
Hungry Ariel gave the only response she could as Trishelle and Cassandra. She opened her mouth, tilted her head upward and-
“Oink. Oink oink. OINK OINK OINK!”
Her multiple chins wobbled with each oink as her squealing got louder until she silenced by a big sandwich being shoved into her mouth.
“Good piggy,” laughed Cassandra as she gave Ariel’s big blubbery belly a nice big slap.
SMACK!
Eleanor was brought back to reality by Penelope bumping into her. The pudgy blonde was now actually drunk, and she was greatly lacking in coordination as she slung her arm over Eleanor’s shoulders and stuffed another mini-crab cake into her own mouth.
Penelope looked over at Ariel, who was still eating all on her own, and smiled.
“I think it’s like… going well, right?”
Eleanor looked Ariel up and down and took the time to size up Ariel’s stretched out stomach as the model shoved another cream puff into her mouth to further fuel her food baby.
“Yes,” she said with a nod.
“I think it’s going very well indeed.”
For her part, all of this went unnoticed by the intoxicated Ariel. She couldn’t possibly see how the world was plotting against her. She was far too caught up in her own hedonism.
In her mind, the world was still in awe of her. Everyone was jealous. Everyone was admiring her. She was indulging in life without consequence.
In fact, the only consequence she was even vaguely aware of was the fact that she had consumed so much alcohol that she may be doomed for one hell of a hangover the next day.
“It’s not a problem,” she mused.
“When I get home, I’ll just make sure I have something to eat before bed.”
And then she slurped down another piece of shrimp cocktail.
By the time she staggered into her home, Ariel felt like a parade balloon ready to pop. She waddled from one foot to the other while cradling her massive food baby with her slender hands.
It had been one hell of a party, full of booze and food. Even in the limo ride home, Eleanor kept Ariel well supplied with champagne and caviar which was served on toast points. Ariel was way too drunk to appreciate the expensive dish that Eleanor had somehow grabbed on their way out the door. But she wasn’t so drunk that she couldn’t enjoy the plate of cream puffs that Penelope enjoyed hand feeding her- though how much Penelope enjoyed it was something that escaped her perception and the fact that Eleanor and Penelope fed her at all was likely to slip from Ariel’s alcohol soaked sieve of a brain at some point.
Ariel felt like a cream puff, positively stuffed, absolutely full of food and ready to burst at any moment.
She had really made a pig of herself at the party.
And yet. She was still hungry.
Ariel couldn’t deny it. Maybe she was just still riding a high from all the food she had been able to consumed and wanted to keep chasing it. Maybe it was the alcohol talking. When she thought of all the alcohol that she had consumed, she remembered that she needed to eat more to avoid the hangover. She needed to stay awake and eat to beat it. It wasn’t just about eating food for eating’s sake. It was about survival! She had to eat because her life depended on it.
So she waddled over to the fridge.
Now, Ariel ordered out most of the time, so she didn’t really keep much in the way of food in the fridge. But she did occasionally find herself wanting to make a sandwich in a pinch. So she did keep some bread and other sandwich supplies on hand. Of course, by the time she opened up the fridge and fell down flat on her ass, she realized that the bread was in a cabinet far away, and she was in no condition to get up at the moment.
Instead, Ariel lazily settled for grabbing a package of cold cuts and a jar of mayonnaise and went to town.
The first time she dipped the ham into the mayonnaise, she went entirely too far and sunk her fingers in as well. This left Ariel dripping mayonnaise all over her dress and having to suck her fingers clean before moving onto the next piece, and a third, and a fourth. Ariel wasn’t counting. She just worked her way through whatever was left of the package. And when she was done she used her fingers to scoop out whatever was left of the jar of mayonnaise as well.
After that, Ariel found a piece of cold pepperoni pizza that was anywhere from a few days to a week old and tore into it like a mindless animal. She didn’t bother to heat it up. She just shoved it into her mouth past lips that were ringed with lemonade, and the pizza slice soon inflated her cheeks that were dotted with various stains from the other foods she had consumed that night.
Eating that cold slice of pepperoni pizza gave Ariel the energy she needed to get herself back up to her feet, but after that she found that something else was bothering her
The dress.
Ariel stumbled to her bedroom and sunk her fingers into her fine silk sheets and plush mattress as she groaned from the tightness of her dress. She felt like a sausage in a casing that needed to split. Her hands struggled to get to the zipper. She bounced all around. Her bloated belly sloshed about. Eventually she managed to stress the dress enough that the zipper just popped, and then it was a matter of shimmying and rolling around until she eventually managed to peel the dress off.
After that she stood there in all her glory.
Her bloated belly lurched out in front of her. It surged far past the waistband of her panties and looked like a big over inflated ball. She looked decidedly pregnant with a food baby that was three months past its due date.
Once she had unleashed her bloated belly from the confines of the food and sweat stained designer dress, now forever broken and ruined and thrown into the back and bottom of her closet, Ariel proceeded to unclasp her bra and let her tits hang free before slipping out of her panties.
It was amazing how different the rest of her body looked with her toned limbs and supple but firm butt. The rest of her slim and sexy body was still the same, left currently untouched by calories that for now were contained to her stretched out stomach.
Now free of all her tight clothes, Ariel decided that the best thing to do to start sobering up was to hop in the shower. She let the warm water soothe her as she felt it drip down her face and into her cleavage. The warm water ran across her breasts and teased her nipples until it hit her stomach and had to take a detour thanks to the bloated curve of her belly.
Water dripped from her distended food filled gut, and plenty of it still rode the curve of her tubby tummy until it slipped between her thin, toned thighs. She reached out with shaky hands and soaped herself up, doing a half hearted job since she was still in a drunken stupor. But she still found the time to twist and play with her nipples.
Her pleasure brought with it another burp, freeing up some room in her bloated stomach and allowing her to relax with a moan followed by a slightly smaller burp.
After she was done with the shower, Ariel relieved herself, something she realized in her drunken state she probably should have done in reverse order. This meant that she decided to immediately hop back into the shower, and by the time she was done with all of that she found that she was hungry again.
Pizza.
The shitty cold pizza had put it in Ariel’s mind to get more.
She wanted more pizza. Better pizza. Fresh. Hot. Delicious pizza. That would surely cure her hangover before it even set in. And now that she had taken so long to get out of her clothes and get showered she had digested enough of her party meal (and the cold cuts and mayonnaise) to have room for more. And she knew a pizza place nearby that would deliver late.
So she decided to order a pie, a large meat lovers. She knew she would only eat a slice, maybe two. But she figured she could keep the rest, and, assuming she slept late and was barely in the mood to do anything the next day, she could heat up the leftovers for breakfast, or lunch, or dinner, or whatever.
It was a full forty minutes before the pizza arrived, and Ariel, having broken the seal and relieved herself two more times, now had plenty of room in her greedy tummy to eat.
Dressed only in a silk robe that barely sunched around her bloated belly, Ariel opened the door and greeted a delivery driver who had no idea the show he was in for.
Dennis was a classic chubby nerdy loser. He looked like exactly the kind of scruffy college guy you would imagine a stereotypical delivery guy would be. Dennis was a slacker, a stoner, and a fat guy who enjoyed his job as a delivery guy a bit too much for his own good. He was known to steal a few fries here and there or make a garlic knot go missing if he was feeling really bold.
He was also a feeder, and when Ariel opened the door he practically dropped the pizza.
“Hey there big boy, that for me?”
Ariel was hanging out of her robe in more than one place. Her stomach hand partly parted the tied up robe and was still surging forward eager to make itself known.
And Dennis was eager to see it.
He was so dumbfounded by the beauty of what he was witnessing, he didn’t even bring the pizza forward to hand to her. She just slipped her hands under to take the hot package from him.
It was when she got closer that Dennis realized who she was. He was terrible with names but he definitely recognized her face from magazines and commercials he had seen. And now here he was entranced as she licked mayonnaise off her lips and pressed her bloated belly against the pizza box. He could still smell the seductive scent of deli meat on her breath.
Ariel, feeling drunk and a bit mischievous, popped the tape on the box, opened it up, and slowly pulled out a slice of pizza in front of Dennis, letting him drool as he watched the cheese drip and the grease run down her fingers.
“Oh my. It’s soooo hot.”
She leaned forward, pressing her breasts up with her arms as she blew on the slice.
And then she slowly brought the slice to her lips.
Once that meat lovers’ pizza slice hit her tongue, the hunger took over. There was no seduction from that point on, just the act of devouring. And Dennis watched it all with wide eyes and a definite erection.
Ariel was still a drunken mess and she ate the pizza slice accordingly, getting sauce all over her cheeks and chin and spilling some of it into her cleavage. But she didn’t care. She just wanted to get to her second slice.
“Thanks,” she said as she snapped the box closed and took it from Dennis with a saucy smile.
Dennis watched as she walked away with a swaying to her hips. He eyed the way the back of her robe fell against her firm butt, and he imagined that butt growing far fatter and flabbier, thick and saggy enough to be hanging out from underneath the robe. He wanted so badly to hand feed her each and every slice of that pizza.
And he was left imaging all that and more as the door shut in his face.
The thoughts swam through his head, of his hands all over her body, massaging a doughy midsection stuffed with food that he helped put there. He pictured her moaning with pleasure at the taste of the food and the feeling of his hands sinking into her soft yielding flesh.
He pictured her oinking for him.
It was a sea of pleasant thoughts that were more than enough to carry him through his evening.
Meanwhile, back inside the apartment, Ariel settled in with the meat lovers’ pizza. She didn’t even bother getting a plate and just sat down and started eating right from the box. As she worked her way through most of the second slice, she was beginning to hit a wall. Whatever space that she had made earlier was now being filled up with sausage, ground beef and peoporni. Cheese and grease made her stomach feel heavy as it swelled more than ever.
She knew this was her last meal for the night. Sleep was close to overtaking her, and in the back of Ariel’s mind part of her chuckled at the thought of having pizza for dessert.
Then she remembered that she had ice cream in the freezer.
But no. No ice cream. That was a bridge to far.
A third slice of pizza though?
She was extremely full.
But she wasn’t a quitter after all.
So she ate that third slice and sat back in her seat groaning with her hands on her bloated stomach, fingers tapping it like it was a drum. Ariel sat there for a long moment before rocking herself up to her feet, letting loose a loud and victorious burp and closing up the pizza box.
Ariel may have been intoxicated still, but she waddled with the pizza box back over to her fridge determined not to leave it out and let it spoil.
After all, the rest of that pie would make for great leftovers in the morning.
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Four chapters in and over 35,000 words. And that's not counting the patreon exclusive side story "The Book of Kelly's Belly". Chapter 2 of that should come out this weekend.
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