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PATREON EXCLUSIVE - "The Scales of Time: Something's Brewing"
🕑 Added 2025-04-10 21:00:13 +0000 UTCI'm still waiting for progress to be made on getting "The Fat Making Notebook Goes Out to the Ball Game" out of Patreon jail. And while I'm waiting, I figured I would dip back into the world of "The Scales of Time" and give a glimpse at the future....
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Getting out of bed was always rather hard for Vivian. The weight of her big blubbery body was a big factor in that. But her troubles went beyond her blubber belly and bulbous ass weighing her down. Usually, her depression over her loss of power and status did almost as much as her ass did to keep her anchored in place.
But eventually, things started to turn around.
Not weight wise of course. Vivian’s weight only ever increased. Getting out of bed still meant having to fight against her big blubbery belly as it sat as a stubborn spare tire on top of her, or sloshed from side to side like a sea of useless fat. Her gut had grown even larger and made her janitorial uniform even tighter. In fact, she had gotten so big she had outgrown her first uniform and needed a larger second, one that was designed to be purposefully snug but was now even snugger.
Her big belly wasn’t the only thing that had grown of course. Her ass had also become even more enormous. Her blubbery cheeks didn’t just shake, they quaked when she waddled about. And that waddling was thanks to two tremendous thunder thighs that had continued to thicken with soft, quivering fat. Those thighs, and the rest of her fat legs along with her bulbous butt made her plodding about a slow and pathetic affair. Her thighs constantly pushed and rubbed together with no hope of relief, and her entire lower half was covered in cellulite. She was a cottage cheese kind of mess.
And from the waist up her blubbery body wasn’t doing her any favors either.
Beyond her belly were her breasts which we’re now soft pillowy things with plenty of sag and not nearly as much size as the rest of her. Even as the rest of her mammoth body continued to grow more massive the gains in her mammaries remained marginal. Even her arms had grown more, obviously not with muscle but with fat. Her bingo wings had packed on even more blubber. Her chubby fingers, consistently coated in grease, were thicker and clumsier as well.
And her face.
Vivian’s face had grown more piggish than ever. It was fatter, rounded and flabbier with a brand new chin starting to join her others. Her jowls still jiggled, now with even more ferocity. She had the face of a true glutton.
And that’s exactly what she was.
Vivian couldn’t help herself as she settled down to another big breakfast, the first of many big meals for the day. It just was her life now, and strangely enough, she had to admit that it had become her seemingly one bright spot. One of the few joys that she got from being fat was the freedom to eat whatever it was that she wanted, and what she wanted was a large quantity of a diverse array of food. And lately, long after the magic made her this way, she wanted more and more and more.
Her hunger had just naturally grown over time. At one point everything that she did was based on how her timeline had been manipulated, how the magic at the end of the challenge had changed her further, and she frequently found herself blaming Julie or the coven for her trouble, but that was getting harder to do by the day. It was clear that now her growing appetite was her own, and with her growing appetite came a continuously growing waistline.
And Vivian’s appetite had grown quite large and varied. She was constantly munching on anything her fat fingers could get a hold of. She greedily gripped her snacks in her chubby hands and was frequently seen stuffing her face. There were full feasts to be had, lavish meals loaded with carbs and sugar and fat. Vivian used to contain her appetite to eating clean. Her tastes were also often rather boring. But now she munched on Mexican food, had eyes for Italian, and chomped on Chinese. She pigged out on Puerto Rican and Peruvian food and enjoyed every kind of empanada. Vivian crammed her cheeks full of curries and scarfed down shakshuka. She was as stuffed as the mushrooms, peppers, and twice baked potatoes that she would frequently eat. Nobody would have mistaken the large woman for being picky. Her girth had turned her into a gluttonous gourmand.
It wasn’t just the full meals of course. The snacking was endless. It wasn’t even secret snacking anymore. Vivian, once ashamed, was too hungry to hold onto that shame any longer and so her constant snacking became quite notorious. She ate greasy potato chips of every flavor imaginable. Many people chain smoke, but Vivian chain ate. It was not unusual for her to work her way through most of a variety snack pack in a sitting. She would start with regular, then salt and vinegar followed by sour cream and onion, barbecue and then back to regular. She would often ignore the lightly salted variety of chips, but sometimes she would eat them between other more powerful flavors as a kind of pallet cleanser. She was constantly munching on chips, and therefore crumbs and flavor dust were constantly getting everywhere, on her clothes, in her bed sheets, lost in the canyon of her cleavage. Vivian, once so prim and proper, now ate potato chips like an absolute pig.
Chips were one of Vivian’s biggest food weaknesses, but they were only one of many. Chocolate was another one of Vivian’s favorite things to fill her greedy gut with. She was frequently seen with chocolate stains on her shirts or around her lips. It didn’t matter the kind of chocolate, dark, milk, or white (which technically isn’t chocolate, but Vivian’s stogy stomach wasn’t going to care). She ate chocolate with nuts in it, chocolate with pretzels. She was a big fan of chocolate with creamy centers, the kind that oozed out onto her tongue when she took a bite. Of course, if the chocolate was small enough, she didn’t worry about silly things like bites. She stuffed the whole thing in her mouth. She ate M&Ms and other things by the handful, and chocolate that found itself melt on her hands was either licked off or carelessly wiped off on her pants. The chips that Vivian ate were frequently chased by chocolate. Vivian really loved the salty sweet combo.
Every meal Vivian ate was finished with chocolate or some other kind of dessert. And those desserts were just as varied as her meals and snacks. She ate cookies, cakes, pies and ice cream. And the lists of individual kinds of those desserts would each be a mile long. It would be completely impractical to try to name all of the things that Vivian ate because one might as well then read the dictionary. Vivian ate everything she could, and she did it all with reckless abandon.
Food made her happy. She may have been ridiculously fat, far from the fit figure she once had, but as long as she had food by her side, Vivian found she had something to perk her up which is why she kept food around at all times. She was always ready to nosh as a way of picking up her spirits. Many would say that this meant that the once slim, sexy and confident Vivian was now a fat, out of shape, self-conscious and messy emotional overeater, exactly the kind of fat loser she would have previously made fun of. But in Vivian’s eyes, she was just being practical. Eating food raised her endorphins, and endorphins, and lots of sugar, gave her enough energy to drag herself through her otherwise miserable days. And Vivian needed to get through her days however possible, because ultimately, she knew that she just had to keep buying herself time.
You see, Vivian had no plans on being fat forever. She may have been obese and powerless in her present, but she saw great potential in her future. Vivian was determined to be pretty and petite again eventually. She may not have been confident in her looks, but she was very confident in her plan. All she needed to do was keeping hanging out with her new friend Marjorie-
And Marjorie’s mother Scarlet.
Even with her own powers diminished, there was still a part of her that could sense Scarlet’s immense power right away. It was like nothing she had felt before. All her life, she had known people who could shape reality through words, totems. But to be able to bend it completely at will? Just being that close to someone who could do that was a sensation unlike any other.
After that first meeting, it was just a matter of doing a bit of research when she was supposed to be cleaning up the coven’s library and listening to concerned members after meetings that she was already eavesdropping on. (People with loose lips tend not to pay attention to someone with wide hips fallen so low as to just be sweeping floors and tending to garbage.) Soon she was able to learn all about Scarlet, the Nightmare Witch. And with the right play for sympathy and a lot of careful manipulation, mostly of Marjorie, Vivian knew she would be on her way to getting her powers back and getting her revenge.
Because once she was fit again, she was going to make Julie and her entire family suffer a fate worse than fat.
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Comments
BS Writer
Vivian certainly does love playing with fire, and she has gotten burned in the past.
Searcher
Interesting.l like it. Vivian better be careful because Scarlett might make her predicament even worse.
