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EXTENDED TEASER: "Model Made to Waddle" Chapter 4
🕑 Added 2025-05-06 20:52:41 +0000 UTCChapter 4 of "Model Made to Waddle" is coming to patreon on Thursday, long before I even upload Chapter 1 to Deviant Art on either Monday or Sunday. The full chapter is over 8,000 words long and is available now in downloadable PDF on my Discord for Even More BS patrons.
Enjoy this extended teaser!
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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.
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