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"Model Made to Waddle" Chapter 2
🕑 Added 2025-04-19 16:46:54 +0000 UTCHere is chapter two of "Model Made to Waddle". This chapter is brought to you by people who helped to pick up the tab for the person who originally commissioned this and then welched and coast me a lot of money. If you haven't read chapter one yet, it's right HERE.
This chapter introduces some new characters and is over 10,000 words. That brings this slow burn epic story to almost 20,000 words already.
Enjoy!
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Ariel rolled out of bed with ease. Her slinky body slipped out of her silk sheets and curved to the floor in a gentle arc that made her look like a dancer. Her dainty feet gently touch down on the cozy carpet, and she soon alighted from the bed and practically pranced over to her vanity mirror.
As she shook her head, Ariel’s blonde curls fell perfectly into place as if she was a Disney princess, and she smiled at herself as she admired the perfect lips that rested on the rest of her perfect face. She allowed herself to get lost for a moment in the subtle curves of her angular cheeks, the cuteness of her button nose and the delicate nature of her chin.
She couldn’t help but blow herself a kiss.
Then, her daily physical affirmation continued as her slender hands moved down the sloped sides of her hourglass figure. She enjoyed the ways her hands naturally moved inward and then out again as she traced the curve of her hips. It was like running her hands over the curves of a fine automobile, something gorgeous, tuned to absolute perfection. She enjoyed the way her hands cupped the toned cheeks of her luscious, heart-shaped and slightly supple butt. It had just the right amount of tantalizing give to it without a hint of stretch or sag.
Once she was done inspecting her immaculate ass, Ariel brought hands around her thighs, feeling the muscles instinctively tense as her fingers danced along them. Then, she slid her fingers up the front of her thighs until they began to lift up the hem of her silk nightie. She gently, slowly, pulled her nightie up until it was past her belly button, then higher until it was almost to her breasts. With her entire abdomen exposed to the mirror, Ariel had another piece of her beautiful body to shamelessly admire.
Her lips parted in a soft moan that turned itself into a playful laugh as her fingers traced the faint outline of unearned muscle. What a marvelous joke on the world it was, these fantastic abs, these sexy and tight curves that had taken nothing more than lottery winning genetics to achieve. As her fingers proudly prodded at the muscles on her stomach she thought about all of those poor, lesser, women out there who struggle to lose those last ten pounds, who can’t even look at pasta without developing a pooch. She thought of all the hard work they had to go through just to look not even half as good as her. Hell, she thought of all the actors who lived in the gym to get in shape for superhero movies, getting shredded only to blow up a bit once shooting was done. They should see her and be jealous just like everyone else-
Especially Kelly.
Ariel laughed again as she thought of how humiliated she had made her fat assistant feel. She knew that fat lazy pig definitely deserved it. She had enjoyed dressing her down, showing how much she could eat in front of Kelly and making her incredibly jealous. She loved flaunting her body whether it was in front of her fat loser assistant Kelly, her easily jealous friends, total strangers, or even just herself in the mirror.
As Ariel continued to inspect her abs she thought back to all the food she had eaten yesterday and laughed again. What a pig she had been. Slim and sexy Ariel had eaten like an absolute fat girl, gone whole hog as it was, and there wasn’t a shred of evidence of it on her body, not even a bit of bloating or some water retention thanks to all the salt in her meal. It was like all of those calories she had consumed had disappeared, evaporated into the ether never to be seen again. Plenty of people would have proclaimed it to be magic, but Ariel knew it was just another case of her good genes, another sign that she was truly blessed, truly better than everyone else.
She blew her abs a kiss.
And then Ariel let her nightie fall back down and instead cupped her generous breasts in her hands. She left the feeling of their size yet gravity defying firmness in her hands. She felt so beautiful as she closed her eyes and caressed her chest. Another moan left her mouth and she found her hands trailing up her slender neck until they landed back on her delicate facial features.
She effortlessly tossed her hair over her shoulders a few times just to play around with it and then turned to skip over to her closet. As she did so, Ariel couldn’t help but turn her head back over her shoulder to catch the reflection of her shapely ass in the mirror. She loved the way it playfully stretched the back of her nightie just the right amount, and she blew her beautiful butt a kiss too.
For a moment as she sauntered over to her closet, Ariel imagined what it would be like to be like most other people. She pictured herself with a tubby, untoned tummy, the kind of pasty little paunch that stuck itself out and made fitting into decent pants a chore with the way it insisted on pushing and popping the button. Ariel touched her abs again as she imagined a muffin top poking over the edges of one of her designer skirts now too tight because of her wider hips and grown ass.
She pictured her beautiful bubble butt bubbling up way too much, bloating with blubber and sagging down onto the backs of thicker thunder thighs. It was an absurd little daydream, picturing herself getting even a little chubby let alone completely fat. Fat was for weak people, losers, not her. Nonetheless, she continued to entertain the thoughts as she casually perused the many offerings of her richly filled closet.
After selecting her outfit for the day, a fabulous designer silk blouse and some gorgeous slim cut pants to further flatter a figure that needed no help in this regard, Ariel set her clothes aside and headed to take her usual morning shower.
One of Ariel’s favorite things to do was to get naked.
She loved the feel of clothes sliding off her toned body, and what she loved even more was the way she looked naked. Being in the nude and admiring herself was one of Ariel’s favorite activities. Anytime she was free of clothing meant that she could admire her beautiful body in even more detail, and bathing was an experience that she found exceptionally luxurious and fitting for her highly cultured status.
At night she would make the time for long bubble baths, candle lit affairs with soothing music and an array of scented oils. She admired her beauty even then, lifting her long legs out of the water one at a time and watching the water drop off of them before running her hands up and down her slender ankles, and toned calves. She loved to watch the way her breasts float in the water and playfully covered up her nipples with the bubbles watching as they slowly and tantalizing melted away revealing her raised and aroused nipples once again. Then she’d touch herself there and everywhere else. She loved her baths.
But mornings were for showers.
She loved the feeling of that initial spray as it burst forth and washed across her face. Ariel felt the water run down her chin and her neck as it dribbled down to her chin. It ran down her chest and slid between her breasts, dripping through her cleavage and down to her navel and below. The water ran down between her legs, and she loved the first moments of this. Then Ariel stood there for a long moment and felt the pressure of the hot water against her skin as the steam wrapped itself around her, enveloping her. She closed her eyes and took it all in. Her breasts swayed slightly and moved up and down with each deep, slow breath that she took.
Slowly, her fingers reached out and wrapped themselves around her soap, and she rubbed that soap all over her toned body. She loved the feel of her soapy hands sliding over and lathering up her muscles. As she worked her way up and down she gave herself a generous massage, especially focusing on her legs. She slid her hands between her thighs and moaned as she felt the warm water mix with the soap as she touched her perfectly sculpted legs.
What a goddess she was.
After her legs were done being washed, she left one hand down there as she ran the other hand up her toned torso and began to work the soap into her bountiful breasts. She felt their weight and then danced her fingers around her nipples, stroking them, flicking them, pinching them. The pressure felt so good and was matched by the pressure of her other hand between her legs.
She finished with a shudder and then let the hot water just keep rushing over her. It was a perfect moment, a regular ritual that she always cherished. And when she got out of the shower she made sure to wipe off the fogged up mirrors so she could admire her slim, sexy, dripping wet naked body one last time.
When she was done with the shower and dressed, it was time for Ariel to have breakfast. Sure, she was going to be having brunch with her friends in just a few hours, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want something to nibble on first. That was one of the many joys in Ariel’s life. She could eat a little breakfast, and by the time she got to brunch she would still be flawless and ready to eat and drink with her friends. Then she’d take a little siesta at some point and be ready to go out again for dinner and a night of partying. After that she’d wake up in the morning to the same reflection she had just spent her time admiring and enjoy having another perfect day.
The breakfast that she enjoyed on this day consisted of a piece of avocado toast and a peanut butter and banana smoothie, neither of which she had made herself. Ariel was not one for manual labor of any kind, let alone dirtying and cleaning dishes after making food. That was for poor people. When she wasn’t dining out at the finest restaurants, she was ordering in, and this was one of her favorite breakfast orders.
Ariel knew that avocados were the good kind of fat, and she enjoyed having it smeared across whole wheat toast, but her favorite parts of this meal were the feta cheese crumble, the bacon bits, and the beautifully runny fried egg that rested on top. The bacon and eggs is what took what could have been a rather light breakfast and put it over the top. She loved the feeling of the runny yolk dribbling down her chin just before she dabbed it up. It was such a small thing but felt like the height of indulgence.
As she munched on the avocado toast, Ariel’s mind wandered yet again. She pictured herself being really bad and getting herself a dripping bacon egg and cheese on a bagel, something really greasy, a calorie bomb loaded with extra bacon and cheese and served with a side of loaded tater tots, tasty morsels topped with more cheese, gravy, each dressing scallions, and- of course- more bacon.
She pictured herself stuffing her face and bloating accordingly, with her flat belly ballooning outward, inflating with fat, stretching the buttons on her blouse until the popped open and revealed the bloated gut that promptly plopped into her lap, a lap formed by two thickening thunder thighs that now squished together. She could almost feel herself rising out of the seat of her chair as her ass got bigger with two chunky cheeks that served as fat filled cushions.
In the daydream, none of that stopped her from eating though. She kept taking bite after bite no matter how much fatter she got, how much messier her clothes became or how much of the fabric ripped. She kept indulging until she was done with the avocado toast.
Then she blinked again and got a hold of herself. She didn’t need any of that other stuff of course, the avocado toast was delicious enough.
Her smoothie was equally delicious. Normally she would have gone with a fruit smoothie, like a strawberry or banana, but this morning Ariel felt like being bad so she went with something that was more of a calorie bomb. There was maybe a small voice in the back of her head somewhere that warned her, that said she should be careful and not make this kind of thing a habit, but that tiny voice was quickly drowned out by the sounds of her slurping up the last bits of her smoothie.
Ariel finished off her meal with a quiet but satisfied burp which caused her to chuckle and coquettishly touch her napkin to her luscious lips.
What a naughty little piglet she had been.
That was the thought that entered Ariel’s mind and then swiftly flew away again. She stood up and ran her hands over her slightly bloated belly. She admired her new food baby in the nearest mirror without a care. She knew it would be gone again within ninety minutes which meant she would be in perfect form again just in time to eat brunch. That way, her friends would once again be stuck looking at her and being jealous.
Making her friends jealous wasn’t difficult for Ariel. After all, she was so much better than them.
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Eleanor used to be a model. Hell, she used to go by Ellie too until Ariel decided that she had gotten too fat for a name like Ellie and that Eleanor was a much better fit, Eleanor the Elephant, Enormous Eleanor. And it was all true.
She was extremely fat.
The woman who had once been Ellie, and who had once been a slim and sexy supermodel was now outrageous out of shape, an extremely obese woman who struggled just with getting out of bed in the morning. Her massive legs, exemplified by two tree trunk-like thunder thighs, got caught in her cheap, sweat soaked cotton sheets. It wasn’t even that hot out. Her bloated body just generated that much heat which meant her sheets were constantly sticking to her fat rolls, and there were lots of fat rolls to stick to.
By the time her fat feet touched the cold hard floor of her rundown apartment, it was like a waterfall of fat spilled over the edge of her bed. The force of her fat feet hitting the floor caused the fat to ripple up her body, starting with her fat cankles and spreading to her thunder thighs. But the moment forward caused that jiggling to start working its way back down. It was like a tide going in and out in waves of fat that shook as Eleanor struggled to get herself out of bed. Her massive thighs finally swung all the way outward, and then one of her big bloated butt cheeks escaped over the side of the bed. Then she managed to get herself completely onto her side and her big blubbery belly started to slosh over as well. It was a big heavy weight, and while she was on her back that big gut of hers served to press her deeper into her old worn out mattress. But once it finally got moving it was like it had a will of its own, and that will was incredibly strong given its voluminous size.
Her gut swung fiercely and spilled over the edge of the bed. That amount of burberry body weight gave Eleanor the considerable amount of momentum that she needed to reach to get herself out of bed. The sack of fat that was her stomach kept sway and sagged downward hanging in such a way that it threatened to take her all the way down to the floor, but Eleanor managed to get her other lard filled leg underneath her, and with one of her fat arms she clung to the bed for dear life. Her entire body wobbled as she steadied herself, and she still had to peel out of the rest of her sheets and felt very much like a big pork roll forcibly escaping its wrapping.
It was a challenge for sure given how out of shape she was, and she almost fell over several more- needing to brace herself on the bed with her arms which caused a considerable amount of jiggling when it came to the fat of her bingo wings- but eventually she got herself completely free.
Once she had finally managed to extract her fat body from the sweaty sheets, the obese Eleanor wobbled some more as she steadied herself on her two fat feet and then stood upright. Well, she at least stood as upright as her slumped over shoulders would allow her. Her previously perfect posture had taken a real hit thanks to the sheer weight of all the pounds she had packed on over the years, constantly pulling her down. She was a large and largely defeated woman, but at least she had managed to get herself out of bed. Then came the next part she dreaded-
Getting dressed.
As she waddled toward her closet, Eleanor couldn’t help but look at herself in the mirror. She would have rather not seen her reflection, but keeping plenty of mirrors around her apartment and checking out her body was an old holdover from her days as a model. Some days she thought that perhaps if she looked in the mirrors often enough, one day she would see something different, one day she would realize this had all been a horrible nightmare and she would wake up and be slim and confident again. But as she looked her body over in the mirror she realized that all of this fat was frighteningly real.
Eleanor was dressed in nothing more than an old cotton bra that had seen better days and a pair of tired granny panties that were fraying at the edges and giving her a constant wedgie thanks to the bite of her blubbery butt cheeks. Wearing so little meant that there was a lot to see in the reflection of the mirror. What could be seen was only limited by the mirror itself and the width of her body which expanded beyond its bounds. Her gluttonous girth therefore could not be contained by her reflection, but everything else that was there could be measured by her own fat hands.
She had a big blubbery double belly. That had been where the majority of the weight she had gained gathered since the day the first few pounds had appeared on her once slender waist. Now the abs that she had once taken so much pride in and worked so hard for were long gone, replaced by a flabby apron of fat that quivered at the slightest motion and sagged so far down toward her fat knees that it obscured most of her panties. Her gut was a sure fire sign of the gluttony that had overtaken her life just like her belly now overtook the waistband of any pants she tried to wear. Or was a sad sack of fat that hung about uselessly and served only to get in the way and make even the simplest tasks in life difficult.
Her butt was another problem entirely. The bloated backside was made up of two blubbery cheeks that were constantly trying to devour whatever underwear she had on. Her colossal cheeks were filled with chunky fat and covered in cellulite. They were redundantly round and yet had so much give to it that she wouldn’t call them attractive. No. To her they just looked sad. It was especially sad to think about how fat they had gotten and how far she had come from the tight heart-shaped ass that she used to have. She used to have a wonderful butt that could turn heads, and now just had a colossal broken down dump truck of an ass that was perfect for knocking things off of tables when she turned around. Her butt was once a point of pride, and now it was a point of constant embarrassment. Her flabby ass sagged sadly downward onto her fat thighs.
Those thunder thighs were, like the rest of her, massive. Once upon a time, back when she was a model, her legs were long and lean. She had worked hard to get her legs into the perfect shape, muscular and toned but not overly bulky. They gave her a confident strut on the runway and made posing for photoshoots a breeze.
Now her legs were dominated by her thunder thighs. They were great big jiggling tubes of fat. Her flabby thighs shook with every movement. Their fat slapped and rubbed together constantly. Her strut wasn’t just gone. She didn’t even really walk any more. She waddled. Her thighs were so damn fat that her stance was too wide to do anything but waddle when she moved. And that movement was limited. Eleanor was just too fat and moving was just too tiring so she found herself doing it less and less that fatter she got. Even standing right now meant that her cankles were starting to swell just from this small bit of exertion.
Eleanor’s arms had grown heavy as well. At one point she had beautifully toned biceps. Now they were just bulging bingo wings. She had flabby jiggly arms that were now pathetically weak. It wasn’t like Eleanor used to be a powerlifter or anything, but she had strength. Now her weak flabby arms just made her feel helpless. Her bingo wings were the bulkiest parts of her bulky arms, but she also had fat wrists and chubby hands that ended in fat clumsy fingers. It seemed like she dropped an awful lot of things except for food. Her arms were always good at lifting food and getting it to her fat face.
Her breasts had grown somewhat, but as she examined them in the mirror she couldn’t help but groan. They had grown enough to make her back hurt, and they now had plenty of sag and stretch marks. But the biggest problem she had with them was that every other part of her fat body had blown up so much that her breasts looked smaller even if they were technically larger. They were just fatter and flabbier, and if she wasn’t wearing the bra they’d be flopping down under her belly like fat stretched out pancakes. They were fat and they were sad, and they made her sad.
Eleanor looked up from her blubbery breasts and caught the reflection of her face in the mirror. Of all the parts of her previously slim and sexy body, the biggest changes might have been in her face. Eleanor had had a hot body, but her face was her money maker. Her face was angelic once. She had high cheekbones, bright eyes and a beautiful smile. She radiated confidence.
Now her cheekbones were gone, permanently hidden by chubby cheeks that drooped into jiggly jowls, and her narrow chin was gone as well. She now sported a great big doughy double chin, a neon sign telegraphing just how fat she had gotten. There was no good angle that she could find to disguise how fat her face had gotten. Her face was just so round and fat. It made her feel like a pig.
But the worst part was the way her confidence had left her eyes. Eleanor looked at her face, the bags under her eyes, and she could just see the way the sadness had taken her over. She hung her head and all the dis was make her doughy double chin inflate even more.
Eventually, she couldn’t take it any more and turned her fat face away from the mirror, hid as best she could from her reflection and waddled over to her closet.
Eleanor used to wear nothing but designer clothes, and even then she had quite the assortment to choose from. Back when she was a slim and sexy supermodel, anything that she wore looked good on her. She loved to wear slinky dresses, ones that were cut short and made for perfect flirty cocktail dresses and ones that were long flowing gorgeous ball gowns . She wore tight jeans and even leather pants. She had beautiful silk blouses and crop tops that showed off her glorious abs.
Now her outfits were far more limited to things that had a lot of stretch to it. Most of the time around the house she wore sweatpants, frequently the same ones. When she took trips to the store she might wear some stretchy leggings and an oversized hoodie to try to accommodate her bulk as best as possible. But for today, for brunch with Ariel and their friend Penelope, Eleanor would have to wear a dress, and so she settled for a baby blue muumuu that had plenty of give even as it clung to every single roll of fat, every fold of flabby flesh.
It would have to do.
Of course, as she pulled the muumuu out of the closet, she got a whiff of her armpit. That’s when she realized that after a night of being so fat that she sweated through her sheets, she couldn’t just put on the muumuu and call it a day. With a heavy sigh she regretfully resigned herself to the fact that she needed a shower.
Eleanor used to find bathing to be a luxurious experience. She used to love spending an untold amount of time with her scented soaps and body oils, her nights lit by candles as she relaxed with soothing music.
Now baths were pretty much out of the question. With her body as big as it was, as heavy as it was, getting up and down and in and out of the bathtub was far too much of a hassle. It was showers or bust and even showers she hated because even showers were work.
The first thing she hated about getting into the shower was the fact that she had to get naked. Eleanor used to love being naked. There was a time when it was her preferred way of sleeping. But now… Now that she was so fat she despised seeing herself naked. At least when she had underwear on she could feel like she had some sense of dignity. But there was something about the way her flat but heavy udders sagged with her sad nipples pointing downward that made her feel humiliated even when she was the only one in the room. She never felt fatter than when she was naked. When she was free from her clothes she just felt like a prisoner in her own fat body.
After getting naked, Eleanor had to make her way into the shower itself. This was easier said than done. The glass door to the shower she had in her small bathroom was- well- small. She would have been far more suited for a shower with a curtain she could draw back, but when she first started renting this apartment she was fat but still far thinner than she was at this moment, and the shower door hadn’t been a problem then. Now she couldn’t afford to give up the apartment so she had to put up with sucking in as best as possible and squeezing herself through the shower door all the while dressing the day when she was too fat to do that and ended up taking the door off its hinges.
Once she popped herself into the shower and was able to relax again she was confronted with the difficult task of actually soaping up and washing down her obese body.
This took a considerable amount of effort because Eleanor had to settle for using only one hand to actually put soap on her body while her other hand was committed to lifting up the multitude of fat rolls that comprised her obese and flabby body. Every fold of fatty flesh needed careful tending to because those were the places where sweat tended to get trapped the most. And once she got to the underside of her double belly and below, her bathing took even longer because she could no longer see what she was doing and had to rely purely on feel.
That was the part she hated the most, the way she was forced to touch her soft body over and over again, blindly groping around like a fat fool exploring her flabby flesh desperately for far too long just to make sure that she had some semblance of cleanliness. Being fat was one thing, but she couldn’t stomach the idea (no matter how large her stomach was) of being fat AND gross. So she labored under the pressure of the steaming hot water as it beat against her bare skin. She ran her fingers through every fold of fat and across every stretch mark and dimple of cellulite.
It was humiliating to not be able to see her hands as it disappeared between the meaty walls of her fat thunder thighs because she couldn’t see past the shelf of her sagging double belly. And she always did a poor job of cleaning her lower legs, especially her cankles and fat feet, because she was worried that bending over too much would cause her to fall over thanks to the weight of her tremendous blubbery belly and her hanging udders.
Her breasts took both of her fat hands to clean one at a time. She shuddered as she worked them. The way she massaged her nipples with the soap was one of the few times she lingered because of anything remotely close to pleasure, and it was one of the few times she had been pleasurably touched in quite a while. She worked her soft sagging breasts with her hands and let out a soft moan of pleasure and shame before she let them hang back down like flabby pendulums resting on her blubbery belly shelf.
She also had great difficulty cleaning her back. As she did so she remembered the humiliating day she first had to buy a special rod so that she could adequately reach back there and get everything. Still, she did it. She cleaned every fold, every crevice. She soaped up her massive ass, felt the fat ooze between her fingers as she squeezed and massaged the pillowy flesh.
Then she had to do most of the process again to finish rinsing herself off. That’s when she focused on how the water felt on her soft, supple, naked skin. She didn’t even get to truly enjoy it though. Showering took so long and she spent so much time cleaning her flabby obese body that she often ran out of hot water by the time she was done.
After that she exited, fat and cold and tried to wrap herself as best she could in a beach towel that she had to use instead of a standard bath towel given her girth and go through the task of trying to dry herself off, something else that took a long time because of the sheer amount of water that now covered her massive body and the way it trapped itself in her blubbery folds.
She had to lift them all again, and as she did she was thankful that the steam from the shower had steamed up her bathroom mirror so she didn’t have to suffer the indignity of watching herself do this. Slowly, Eleanor worked the water out of every fold until she felt she was dry enough to put on her clothes and not feel worried that she would immediately look like a sweaty mess thanks to any leftover patches of water clinging to her fat body.
After Eleanor’s arduous shower, she held the muumuu in front of her for a long time. She stared at the tent of a dress and knew that it would soon be stretched out and clinging to the folds of her fat body. Even with its forgiving stretch, she would still feel fat as hell with it on. She would much rather be lounging around in comfortable sweats, but for brunch with friends, especially Ariel, Eleanor knew she needed to wear something nicer. And this muumuu was technically one of the nicer things she owned.
Sure enough, the muumuu fit like Eleanor knew it would and she felt like a ten pound sack of bologna squeezed into a five pound back. The fabric stretched, but it also wrapped itself around her blubbery belly and clung to her the underside of her double belly to really show off how massive it was. And it stretched across her bloated butt in a way that made it look even more unflattering. But it would have to do.
It would have to do.
That was Eleanor’s life now. Once she lived a life of glamour and privilege, and now she lived a life of settling. When she was slim and sexy everything was easy, and now everything was a struggle. But she had to put up with it. So she did. She soldiered on, even as her stomach rumbled with hunger.
Slowly, Eleanor waddled over to her kitchenette and wondered about having breakfast. Her gluttonous gut was demanding it, but she chastised her greedy belly because she knew she was just going to go to brunch soon anyway.
But the hunger was persistent, and Eleanor was powerless to resist for long. So eventually she threw open her fridge and threw some leftover hash from yesterday on a plate with a big squeeze of ketchup and threw it in the microwave. While that was heating up she threw some deli meat and cheese on a few pieces of white bread and threw that in the toaster oven for a quick breakfast sandwich.
She was thankful nobody was there to watch how quickly she inhaled her breakfast, and she considered herself lucky that she had managed to eat her food without getting a ketchup or grease stain on her muumuu. But she still felt like a pig, and the worst part was that she knew she would still feel bloated come brunch time, and she would still stuff her face anyway.
In her head, dreams of brunch circled about. She pictured rich ricotta pancakes, chicken and waffles, biscuits and gravy, and eggs Benedict on toast with extra hollandaise sauce. Eleanor’s mouth watered as she thought about bacon and sausage rolled up balls of goat cheese dressed in honey.
She could taste all of those flavors dancing on her tongue long after she had finished her own breakfast. She pictured the tang of mimosas and bloody Marys. And then she imagined herself consuming dessert, a delicious chocolate mousse served with a side of vanilla ice cream smothered in whipped cream and chocolate syrup.
Unfortunately, she could also easily imagine Ariel laughing at her, calling her names and oinking at her while she stuffed her fat face. This was the cycle of her friendship, and she often wondered why she kept subjecting herself to this level of toxicity. Then she reminded herself that Ariel paid the bills including the tab for brunch, and it was enough to refocus Eleanor’s mind on the amount of bottomless mimosa that she would be making sure she enjoyed.
She really needed a drink.
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Eleanor insisted on getting to the restaurant first for a number of reasons. One, getting there first meant she could have her choice of chair and could pick the sturdiest one and sit in the best possible lighting. Two, it meant that she had more time to look at the menu to decide what she wanted to eat. Three, she could get her drinking started early. And finally, it meant that she could avoid having to make any kind of grand entrance.
She was happy to leave the grand entrance to Ariel who would definitely be attending fashionably late- another thing Eleanor was counting on because she hoped that meant she could sneak an appetizer judgment free. Most importantly, Eleanor preferred to be first because then she could stay already seated and not have to suffer the long walk in and the judgmental stares that would arise from her friends.
And staring was something Eleanor couldn’t stop herself from doing when her friend Penelope entered.
Penelope was a model and she was struggling. This was evident by the mini-dress that she had squeezed herself into. It was the kind of dress that would have fit Penelope much better about fifteen pounds ago. It was designed to be tight, but not as tight as Penelope was experiencing at this moment. It would be foolish to call Penelope fat, but with the way that her currently tubby tummy pressed against the dress- which made her look vacuum sealed in- made her look too out of shape to be a normal model.
Her model strut was thrown off by the fact that her thighs had a bit too much give to them. Penelope’s legs wobbled as she walked the long length of the bar toward the table that Eleanor was occupying. Part of Eleanor really wanted to see what kind of shape Penelope’s butt was in. She imagined that it must be at least a bit plump and probably a bit softer and saggier. It probably was very nice to squeeze. But Eleanor couldn’t see Penelope’s butt as she approached, so she had to settle for the view of Penelope’s plumper thighs.
Eleanor couldn’t help but feel a little bit of schadenfreude as she watched the previously perfect Penelope struggling with a fresh bit of pudge. The way she watched the fat on Penelope’s thighs ripple and slap together reminded her of her own past, back when Eleanor was just getting fat and not completely resigned to being fat. Of course, as Penelope’s manager, Eleanor couldn’t help but feel a bit of worry about Penelope’s future since Penelope’s future was also currently tied to her own.
Not that she would ever pressure Penelope to lose weight, Eleanor would never put her through that kind of indignity. She wouldn’t be that big of a hypocrite. But Penelope’s career stalling would mean an even bigger reliance on Ariel which was something that filled Eleanor’s stomach with dread.
Of course, that could have just been her hunger. The breakfast crab cake appetizer, which was really just a crab cake with some bacon and a hollandaise sauce poured on top, was not exactly filling- nor were the two mimosas she had already consumed.
Maybe it was the champagne giving her mind a bit of a buzz, but as Penelope got closer, Eleanor had to admit that she had at least one thing going for her. Penelope’s breasts had gotten bigger but had yet to have any sign of significant sag. Instead, her boobs were pushed up and outward, and if Eleanor hadn’t been so purposefully catty as to look at Penelope’s tummy and thighs first, she could have easily been distracted by the voluptuous nature of her breasts which jiggled with each step she took. She certainly had a lot of bounce to her.
And that bouncing intensified as Penelope reached the table and excitedly jumped up and down in front of Eleanor.
“Hey, girl! Hey!”
Penelope had seen Eleanor a million times, had known her for years. And yet, she greeted Eleanor with the same energy, as if she hadn’t seen her in years, every time.
Slowly, Eleanor pushed herself up from the table to give Penelope the requisite hug, and she sighed heavily as she realized that the petite Penelope could not reach her arms all the way around her.
“You look great,” said Penelope without a hint of sarcasm.
“I absolutely do not, you perky bitch,” responded Eleanor. There was a bitterness to her words but a dry joking quality to her tone and Penelope giggled accordingly.
Penelope was often giggling.
The petite lady with the pudgy tummy looked down at Eleanor’s empty plate and her eyes once again sparkled with excitement.
“Oh, that’s such a good idea. Do you think I’ve still got time to sneak an appetizer before Ariel gets here? I’m starving but I’d rather her not see me eating it- you know because of this.”
Penelope pinched her tubby tummy with both hands and gave it an annoyed shake. There wasn’t much to it, but Eleanor could see the start of a problem and knew that problem all too intimately. She knew that Penelope should be careful… bad habits have such a way of spiraling… but still…
“Sure! She’s not even here yet, and you know she’s going to stop and have a cigarette or two before coming in here. The breakfast crab cake is delicious!”
Eleanor felt bad, but she could see that Penelope wanted it anyway. So what if she had provided just a little push in the wrong direction? Penelope was still thin. She could handle it… for now.
Penelope clapped her hands and ordered the crab cake on Eleanor’s recommendation along with a Bloody Mary to go with it.
Eleanor tried not to, but she had to smile to herself just a little bit as the waitress put the crab cake in front of Penelope. She even convinced Penelope that it would go well with a side of buttered toast, something to sop the extra hollandaise sauce up with, and Penelope bit like a greedy little piglet.
Outside the restaurant, Ariel had her second cigarette as she prepped for her grand entrance. She finished the cigarette, popped a few breath mints into her mouth and sprayed a little perfume to disguise her little habit. Then she admired her reflection in the front window of the restaurant one last time, doubtlessly giving the people who were sitting right on the other side a nice show, and then made her way into the restaurant.
Ariel loved arriving last, and she purposefully timed these brunches with reservations at the busiest time of day to ensure she had as many heads to turn in her direction as possible.
She put her best foot forward and strutted like the well practiced model that she was. And she felt it, the adoration, the jealousy, the control. She had this whole restaurant eating out of the palm of her hand already. And she savored it even more than the food she was about to eat.
When she got to the table, Penelope was only halfway through her crab cake and was taking a big bite out of her toast. This proved to be a costly mistake.
“Gee Penelope, eating already? You couldn’t wait, you greedy little piglet.”
The hollandaise sauce ran down the speechless Penelope’s chin which got another chuckle out of Ariel.
“Got a little something there. You’re such a messy piggy sometimes, Penelope. It’s no wonder you’re struggling to fit into that dress.”
Penelope’s hands instinctively flew to her stomach and she felt the bit of pudge that pressed against her dress and threatened to droop down onto her lap if she wasn’t careful with the crab cakes.
That’s when Ariel leaned forward and gave a very European style kiss to both of Penelope’s sauce stained cheeks followed by a playful smack on the shoulder.
“Oh relax, Pig Pen. I’m just joking. You can take a joke can’t you? Or are you too soft for that? I mean… you are getting soft.”
And then… Penelope giggled. She smiled. And she played along like everything was okay and was already trying to tell herself that Ariel was just having a bit of fun and that she should really be watching her diet anyway. After all, the dress was tighter than it should have been. That was a shame really because Penelope was pretty set on getting the chicken and waffles with a side of bacon, but now she was a lot less sure of that in Ariel’s presence. Of course, she couldn’t possibly articulate any of that to Ariel, so instead she did the only thing that she felt like she could do which was giggle.
Ariel turned to face Eleanor.
“And you look to be the same as ever which is to say enormous.”
“It’s good to see you too, Ariel,” said Eleanor with a roll of her eyes.
“I know it is. I’m quite the sight to behold. But it is good to see you, Elefun.”
Another one of those nicknames. Eleanor just rolled her eyes again which was not the desired reaction that Ariel was looking for, so she elbowed Penelope.
“She’s so stiff. Tell her to loosen up.”
“Y-yeah, Ellie, loosen up.”
“See? She agrees. Have some fun, Elefun.”
Ariel laughed at her own joke like it was the cleverest thing ever said. And her own laughter was reinforced by Penelope’s stupid giggle.
The way Penelope squirmed in her seat as she giggled was a sight that Ariel loved to see. She decided to show off her dominance even more by picking the last piece of toast off of Penelope’s plate and taking a bite out of it right in front of her. The poor piece of toast did not last very long and left only a hint of crumbs on Ariel’s lips as she smiled.
“Well, looks like I’ve got to play catch up,” said Ariel as she took her seat.
She then proceeded to order herself her own crab cake, and a side of toast along with a side of bacon. To go with it, she also ordered two mimosas for herself. When the food came, Ariel dug into her crab cake with gusto while Eleanor and Penelope just settled for having another round of drinks while preparing to order their main brunch meal.
Ariel felt like showing off.
“Oh, this is so delicious. I understand why you ordered it, Penelope. Of course, it’ll do far less damage to my figure. And this bacon is delicious too. I’d offer you some, but it wouldn’t be a very good idea for you to have one. You’re going to want to avoid pork. After all, you are what you eat. Oink. Oink. Am I right?”
She laughed and took another bite of bacon and a big sip of mimosa. She finished her glass in two more gulps and started working on her second while ordering a third.
From there the conversation moved on to normal thighs, pleasantries and catching up, Ariel had lots of stories that she thought were entertaining about things she had been up to. They also talked about work and boring things like the weather. They bantered back and forth as they ordered food. Eleanor got sausage and gravy. Penelope got chicken and waffles. Ariel, still in the mood to show off, got eggs benedict, a hashbrown and a side of smoked salmon.
The food came, and it amazed Eleanor how quickly and effortless Ariel could work her way through her food while still talking about herself. She dominated the conversation and still ate faster than her companions. It was like Ariel was on an absolute mission. She ate the eggs, the hash brown, the salmon. She even had a few pieces of shrimp cocktail that she ordered for the table to share with a round of Bloody Marys. The trio had settled in for a long time with lots of food and drink to be had.
And things were going well until most of the way through the meal when Ariel once again decided to turn her attention to Penelope’s increased weight.
“Face it, Penelope. You’re getting kinda chunky there, girl.”
Eleanor dropped her fork.
“Ariel,” said Eleanor as the weakest defense of Penelope possible.
It was a gentle attempt to stop Ariel from digging into Penelope further, and Ariel waved it off like it was nothing.
“What? I’m right. I know it. You know it. She knows it. Look. Penelope is a beautiful girl who used to have a truly stunning figure- not as stunning as mine- but stunning, really good. And now she’s porked up a bit- Porky Penny- that’s a good one. She’s porked up, gotten pudgy, and if she’s not careful she’ll become a full blown fatty just like you.”
“Hey!”
Ariel scoffed at Eleanor’s defensive shock.
“Oh, what? Like you don’t know you’re fat. You’re another order of biscuits and gravy away from needing two chairs to sit at this table. I’m just calling a cow a cow.”
“Come on, Ariel,” said Penelope in practically a whisper. Now it was her turn to tentatively come to her friend’s defense.
“No. No. This is for your own good. You ladies need a little bit of tough love, especially you Penelope.”
“It may be too late for Enormous Eleanor here, but you’ve still got the chance to turn this around before you’re just round. Do you want that? Do you really want to be a big fat fatty? A lard ass loser? Because I can see it happening if you’re not careful. You’re already getting squishy.”
Ariel leaned over in her seat and started poking Penelope in her pudgy belly which made Penelope yelp. And that yelp was another source of enjoyment for Ariel who took another sip of her drink and kept poking.
“Look, you’ve never really been competition to me, but if you keep going like you’re going you’re going to fly so far out of my weight class that we won’t be sharing any spreads at all anymore. Your thighs are just going to keep spreading, getting fatter until nobody wants to hire you. Then you’ll end up an obese has-been just like Eleanor the Elephant here.”
“That’s enough,” Eleanor announced as she slammed her hands down on the table.
For a moment,
“It’s true though. It’s so true. You’re huge. You’re a big fat fatty, a total lard ass. You’re fat. Just like- come on and admit it.”
Ariel didn’t want to keep looking directly into Eleanor’s eyes as she glared at her, so she turned toward Penelope for support.
“She needs to hear it-”
“She knows,” Penelope interrupted with a whisper.
Ariel did not take the hint and instead got louder which was starting to attract attention from nearby tables.
“Does she? Cause she doesn’t act like it. She just keeps stuffing her face, and so do you. That’s why you’ve gained so much weight recently.”
“You told her that already. Let’s just move on,” said Eleanor in an attempt at defense that just incensed Ariel more.
“But she needs to hear it again and get it through her thick head before she ends up as thick as you or worse.”
Ariel finished her drink and waved for another one as she got up and squeezed Eleanor’s lower belly roll with all her strength. She gave it a good hard shake as she went on her rant.
“You let yourself go. You were the hottest model in the game until you let it all go to your head and got fat and lazy. You ate yourself into the hog that we all see spread out before us right here, and that’s why you’re stuck as just a manager working your way through all the debt you built up before you turned yourself up into a total land whale. You’re a total sad sack, Eleanor. You’re pathetic.”
Then Ariel slid her hands up and cupped Eleanor’s chubby cheeks.
“But hey, your fat ass still has so many connections, and that’s why we get to be friends still. You ride my coattails, and get me gigs, and I pay your bills and pick up the tabs for nice fancy brunch like this.”
She gently slapped Eleanor’s cheeks and then smiled.
“And remember, when I tell you the truth like this, maybe you’ll actually listen and get your shit together, get your life back on track, ya know? I mean, you’ll never be thin again, but at least you could lose a little weight.”
Ariel staggered back to her seat and then reached out and pat Penelope on her shoulder.
“And you, Porky Penny, you can take this cautionary tale before it’s too late. See?”
She picked up and fork and ate a bit of Penelope’s waffle.
“Aren’t I such a good friend?”
“You sure are, Ariel,” whispered Penelope with a sigh. Her head hung so low that a hint of a double chin appeared.
Ariel reached out and tweaked it.
“It’s true. Somebody needs to be the better person and save you from your fat and getting fat selves. You’re lucky to have someone as beautiful, smart, kind, and helpful as me to look out for you.”
As Eleanor and Penelope sat there staring down ashamedly at their unfinished plates of food, Ariel got a wicked idea, and a slow smile crept across her face.
“Give me that, Fatso.”
She took what was left of Eleanor’s biscuits and gravy and dug right in. Ariel ate with such ferocity that her feasting threatened to splatter gravy all over her designer outfit. The grease and gravy certainly did smear her makeup a bit as bits of crumbly biscuit and gravy coated sausage dotted her chins and chin. But that didn’t stop Ariel from eating. In fact, in between bites of Eleanor’s sausage and gravy, she attacked what was left of Penelope’s chicken and waffles and chased both meals with a side of bacon.
Eleanor and Penelope had never seen anything like it. Sure, they had seen Ariel have the occasional indulgent meal as she enjoyed showing off and flexing her speedy metabolism. But this was beyond that. Ariel was acting like an eating machine, stuffing herself like a bottomless pit, like a real pig.
And she wasn’t nearly done-
Because the three women had already ordered dessert.
There was a part of Eleanor that was going to miss the dessert that she had ordered, but there was another part of her excited to see just how much dessert Ariel could fit into her already bloated stomach. She wanted to see Ariel stuffed herself, and she imagined what a routine of Ariel doing that would mean for a future.
Eleanor was very eager to find out.
The sound of plates hitting the table snapped Eleanor out of her daydream as dessert was served. For herself, Ariel had ordered a slice of the creme brulee cheesecake. Eleanor had been planning on treating herself with some chocolate mousse, and Penelope had ordered a brownie smore. Of course, after that tongue lashing by Ariel, neither Eleanor nor Penelope had much stomach left for eating their dessert in front of her.
“Pass em forward, ladies.”
They shoved their plates toward Ariel who now found herself with three desserts in front of her after finishing off their prior brunch plates along with her own.
“Like I said. Saving you from yourselves. You’re welcome, bitches.”
With that said, she took one last swig of her mimosa, called for some coffee, and dug right in.
The crème brulee cheesecake made a very satisfying crack as her spoon hit the topping. Its creamy texture made Ariel moan with delight. She took her time devouring it, partly because it was so rich, but mostly because it gave Eleanor and Penelope more time to take their desserts back if they wanted to. It was like a little dare to them. But neither touched their food. They just watched Ariel eat and eat and eat. The cheesecake melted on Ariel’s tongue even as she had to reach one hand under the table to rub her very bloated belly.
Her stomach was not used to being stretched this much. It was filled even more than it had been when she was showing off her eating skills in front of her fat assistant, Kelly. This was a whole new challenge, and a rather exciting one. It wasn’t every day that Ariel got to test new limits for herself. Normally things just came easy. But she was more than up for this delicious challenge especially because, as she looked at Eleanor and Penelope’s faces, it was clear that she was putting them to shame.
The chocolate mousse went down easily. It was light and delicate and even came with a generous dollop of delicious whipped cream and a couple of cut up strawberries. Like a competitive eating expert, Ariel saved the strawberries for last as a kind of palette cleanser before digging into the decadent brownie smore. Ariel didn’t have time to truly rank the mousse amongst the desserts. At a certain point the flavor became less important to her, and she was consumed by the act of eating.
She didn’t even notice the bit of mousse, covered in chocolate syrup, that dropped onto her blouse leaving a rather obvious brown stain. Instead, she just saw it plop down onto the table and, without thinking, she picked it up again with her spoon and stuffed it into her mouth before chasing it with a spoonful of whipped cream.
Eleanor was speechless. Some part of her wanted to applaud, but she also didn’t want to break Ariel’s concentration lest she give up on this gluttonous display. But Eleanor could have clapped all day. She could have rung and gong and shot off fireworks. Nothing was stopping Ariel from eating. She was dogged in her pursuit of piggishness.
The rest of the mousse slid down Ariel’s slender throat and another moan was interrupted by a loud burp that cleared some space in her bloated stomach for more food.
That left just the brownie smore.
The brownie smore wasn’t really a smore in the traditional sense. It was actually a brownie served in a miniature cast iron skillet with toasted marshmallows and crushed graham crackers around and on top of it along with lots of whipped cream and chocolate syrup, but Ariel and her stomach didn’t care about these semantics. She attacked the brownie with reckless abandon.
It was a truly decadent dessert, and Ariel’s stomach groaned as she ate it. But it was also sinfully delicious, and its grand taste made eating it less of a challenge and more of a delight. The graham cracker provided just the right amount of crunch, and the brownie was wonderfully gooey but with the perfectly crisped outer crust. But the marshmallows… Ariel’s favorite part may have been the marshmallows, and since this was the last of the desserts, she really allowed herself to savor every last decadent bite.
Eleanor had never imagined she would see anything like this, but she was thankful for the display. Ariel was making an absolute pig of herself, complete with a few new stains on her blouse, but she wasn’t going to stop until the food was done.
By the time her fork hit the final plate, Ariel was a mess, a rather satisfied mess. She was stuffed and positively dizzy from all the food, and the alcohol, that she had consumed and quickly called for the check,
“Brunch is on me, ladies. As always.”
This was true, only this time Ariel was physically wearing a lot more of brunch than was usual.
Once the check was paid for, an intoxicated Ariel stood up and showed off her food baby to the two awestruck women.
“Pretty impressive, huh? You know the most impressive part? I’ll be fine in an hour. And that’s what makes me better than you. Jealous, bitches? I can eat whatever I want and still be smoking hot forever, fatties.”
Ariel burped again.
“Now… now if you excuse me…. I’m going to go sleep this off.”
She looked at Eleanor and Penelope with a satisfied and chocolate stained grin.
“Don’t worry. I paid… as usual.”
With that, the unsteady Ariel and her new food baby turned around and waddle toward the door. As she left, all heads turned toward once again, but Ariel was blissfully unaware that they were turning for a different reason.
Curiosity.
Whispers were already starting.
Eleanor was curious too. She wondered if it was possible to get Ariel to eat like this on a regular basis, if it was possible for Ariel to get fat.
Ariel had paid for brunch, but Eleanor wanted to make her pay over and over and over again.
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Comments
BS Writer
Those are some truly excellent ideas.
Achernarus
Love where this is going. Nothing hotter than a fit to fat transformation of a rich, spoiled, fatphobic, brat. I'm hoping she becomes an unrecognizable, muumuu-wearing blob cruising along on a mobility scooter with a basket full of treats.
