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"Nightmare Pigs 2" Chapter 3
🕑 Added 2025-03-25 17:15:02 +0000 UTCThe Nightmare Witch is back in this new over 4,000 word chapter. Vain slim and sexy Sylvia receives the punishment that she has coming to her.
And things get messy.
Warning, this chapter contains the slob elements that fans of the original "Nightmare Pigs" should be accustomed to. If you don't like slob stuff, this chapter is not for you.
For those of you who do like that stuff and are about to continue reading....
Enjoy!
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Sylvia was by no means a silver fox. Hell, at only 35 she didn’t even consider herself a cougar. What she was proud to call herself was a woman whom time had not yet touched.
Plenty of the women that Sylvia knew in their thirties were already pretty paunchy. They had been slim and sexy things when they were spring chickens, but then they hit thirty and things started to sag. Abs turned to flab as metabolisms slowed down and blubber bellies bloomed. Fit friends turned into fatties and it seemed like at every new charity gala or other high society event she went to these days another former hottie had hogged out and was now bursting out of her dress or stuffing herself like a sausage into a brand new girdle.
If there was sympathy to be had for these formerly slender society women, Sylvia had none. Sylvia had always hated fatties. Ever since she was the queen bee of her high school class, she found fat people to be repulsive. She found them to be greedy, lazy, and generally disgusting.
But it was the ones who let themselves go later on in life that disgusted her even more. They were the kind of women who used to have it and then were too stupid and lazy and let it slip away. In their weakness, they let themselves become the people they had always made fun of.
Sylvia swore she would never let herself become one of them.
Of course, the Nightmare Witch had far different plans.
Most people are prone to far more fantastical dreams than Sylvia was. Their dreams are often aspirational. They dream of wealth, of power, of glamor, of things they don’t yet have. For Sylvia, her dreams were just replays of her own charmed life.
In the last good dream she ever had, Sylvia was dressed in a stunning gown that hung tightly to her toned body as she glided around the room at a glamorous charity ball effortlessly entertaining her rich snobby friends as they fawned all over her. Sylvia was wrapped in a sensation of warmth as reveled in the admiration and envy of others. The stares, the compliments, the look of envy on faces of all those who knew they would never be able to come close to measuring up with Sylvia filled her with such unbridled joy that in real life the sleeping Sylvia softly moaned to herself.
And then something was wrong.
There was an intruder in their midst.
Sylvia could smell her before she could even see her. And as she turned around, there she was, her big sweaty sow of a niece, Jennifer. Jennifer was a disgusting blob of a woman who looked immediately out of place in this ballroom full of the society types that Jennifer once would have been right at home with. Now, Jennifer was clad in an ill-fitting sweatsuit that allowed her big blubbery belly to roll uselessly over the waistband of her pants as it sagged down toward her knees. Her food and sweat stained shirt rode up to reveal her massive stretch marked muffin top. She was a great big lumbering slob with tree trunk thighs and a tremendous ass the was also barely contained by her dirty sweatpants. Her but was big and blubbery and carried with it a tremendous stench.
What upset Sylvia the most about Jennifer’s presence was that Jennifer used to be so beautiful. She was once bright and full of potential, a slim and sexy vixen with the world as her oyster and she threw it all her way to stuff herself with food and turn into this disgusting hedonistic hog who was waddling around stinky up the place with her piggish presence. Her fat belly was spilling out of her disgusting clothes and pressing against the table as she leaned over her gut to reach forward with her fat, flabby arms and chubby greedy hands to snatch up h'dourves and hork them down like she was at some kind of low budget buffet. She was without class and with lots of gas as her flatulence caused nearby spectators to either run away in disgust or stand there laughing at her, mocking the hopeless pig that the previously prim and proper Jennifer had become.
She was an embarrassment to the family, and Sylvia couldn’t handle it anymore.
Sylvia stalked over and immediately grabbed her piggish niece by her big blubbery belly. She cringed at the feeling of the soft, sweaty, flabby flesh and thought about letting go, but there was a point that needed making.
And Sylvia was always one to love making a point, especially when that came with the public humiliation of others.
She she plunged her slender hands into the fat of Jennifer’s sloppy stomach, and felt that fat ooze between her fingers as she lifted Jennifer’s apron of a gut up and shook it wildly. Her personal training sessions were clearly working out as Sylvia used her slim but toned arms to heave the hefty spare tire up and down over and over again.
“Look, everyone. Look at my disgusting pig of a niece, this fat bloated sow who has let herself go so completely. It’s important that you all know that we, more sensible and still drop dead gorgeous family members, do not condone this kind of behavior, this hoggishness. She’s a fat disgusting slob, and everyone should be laughing at her. That’s what she deserves. She deserves to be shamed because she should feel ashamed, fat and ashamed. She does not deserve to count herself among us anymore. She is low and dirty, fat and disgusting.”
Sylvia let Jennifer’s gut go and watched it keep jiggling like jello as it settled back into place. Then she began poking and slapping at Jennifer’s flabby arms laughing as her bingo wings wobbled back and forth.
“You really are a pathetic little pig.”
She went right back to poking Jennifer’s blubbery belly, and then Jennifer let out a tremendous fart which caused Sylvia to recoil.
“UGH! A disgusting, stinking pig!”
Sylvia responded with a hard spank to Jennifer’s broad backside which got her butt jiggling about. She spanked her again and again as the people around her laughed.
And then, in counter rhythm to Sylvia’s slaps, a solitary clapping sound cut through the room.
When Sylvia stopped spanking Jennifer, she looked up to see that all of her friends had stopped moving, even Jennifer’s blubbery butt had stopped moving mid jiggle. There was no laughter then.
There was only the solitary sound of clapping coming from a lone figure cloaked in shadow with a stretched out smile partially covered by long unruly tendrils of deep purple hair.
Her elongated hands kept the clap going as Scarlet floated across the room, and a chill ran up Sylvia’s spine.
“Well done, Sylvia. You certainly do know how to put on a show, really entertain this crowd as it were. I would even say you have them eating out of the palm of your hand.”
Sylvia felt her stomach rumble, and she could stop her gaze from momentarily drifting toward the food.
“Now, I think you’ll get to experience what it’s like to just be eating.”
A tendril of Scarlet’s long purple hair gently ran itself down Sylvia’s cheek, and Sylvia could feel her mouth start to fill with saliva as she began thinking more and more about the food. She shook her head to try and get those thoughts out of it, and a bit of spittle ran out the side of her mouth, eliciting another spine chilling chuckle from Scarlet.
“Look at you, already drooling at the thought of food. My, you are primed to be a piggy, aren’t you?”
“I’ll never- I’m not-”
“Oh, Sylvia, it’s so cute to watch you try and fight this, but I’m just unlocking what’s inside you. You’ve always been greedy. Now the world will get to see what a greedy piggy you really are.”
“I won’t- I can’t- you can’t-”
Scarlet’s hair tickled Sylvia’s chin, and she reached out an elongated finger to silence her.
“Hush now, darling. We’re wasting time. After all, you’ve had your fun. It’s time for mine.”
Suddenly, Sylvia’s stomach gurgled again and then-
PPPBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTT!!!!!!
A loud trumpeting sound erupted from her tight and toned rear end eliciting a chuckle from Scarlet.
“I do find it funny when they start off hot and gassy.”
Before Sylvia could say anything another loud, hot fart escaped her ass cheeks. The smell immediately enveloped her, and she began to choke on her own stink at the same time that the heard the laughter of the crowd start up again. The difference was that they were no longer laughing at Jennifer, they were laughing at her. Even Jennifer was laughing at Sylvia.
Sylvia’s hands flew behind her as she tried to press her cheeks together in a vain attempt to stop yet another fart from blasting out of her butt. However, as she pressed her hands against her ass cheeks, a new horror dawned on her.
They were softer.
It was undeniable, there was far more flesh back there, stretching out her dress, than there was before. And the flesh was spongy. She could feel her fingers squishy into the flab of her fatter butt cheeks, and, worse still, she could feel those chunky cheeks vibrate as another long winding fart puttered out of her butt despite her best attempts to stop it.
This newest burst of gas brought more laughter from the crowd with Scarlet’s high pitched cackle raising above them all.
And as Sylvia looked up at Scarlet floating in the air above her, she also felt her own dress tighten further. This time, it was clear that more than just her backside was growing. Sylvia could feel the front of her dress stretching out, and when she looked down she could see her stomach growing out past her breasts.
Scarlet flew down and gave that new stomach flab a hard poke, and it was like something inside Sylvia burst. Her entire body began to shake, and she could feel her muscles go slack. She was still standing, but any kind of muscle tone that she had was soon to be replaced with flab. It was like her entire body was beginning to fill now, fill with fat.
“Time for you to get fat Sylvia. That’s right. God, I love watching smug bitches like you get what’s coming to them. I love watching that blubber bubble up as the fat piles onto your previously thin body. You thought you’d always be perfect? You really thought you’d get to be slim and sexy forever, that time would never catch up with you, that your habits would never find their way onto your waistline. And if it was for me, well with your privilege you would have probably gotten away with it.”
Sylvia staggered, and as she did so she could feel the new fat that had come to fill her thighs slap together. Her legs grew consistently chunkier and became covered in cellulite. Her thunder thighs kept growing thicker with each new lumbering step that she took as she looked around the room desperate to get help from anyone there. But all she found was Scarlet grinning at her, laughing. Wherever she turned, Scarlet was there.
“That’s what I’m here for, Sylvia. I’m the end of privilege and the beginning of punishment. I’m judgement. I’m fairness. I’m everything you deserve, everything you’ve always had coming to you.”
Sylvia covered her face to escape Scarlet’s gaze, but as her fingers touch her face, she could feel them sinking into soft flesh where there was none before. Sylvia used to be proud of her high cheekbones and angular facial features, but now she was pressing into the plushness of newly chubby cheeks. And when she pulled her hands away, she found that her fingers had grown swollen as well. Her chubby hands now rested at the ends of fat arms with flabby bingo wings.
PPPFFFFFPPPPPHHHHRRRRRBBBT!!!!
Another fart ripped out of her, and Sylvia’s flabby body shook.
“You were such a shameless, skinny bitch, and now you’re going to be a big fat farting pig, my pig fat farting pig, my latest project. My newest victory. That’s what you are.”
PPHHHHBBBBBBRRRRRRRTTT!!!!!
Another blast of foul smelling flatulence burst forth, and Sylvia found herself doubling over. As she did so, she felt the way her now flabby stomach flopped forward and pressed against her thunder thighs. Sylvia’s chubby hands flew to her blubbery gut, and like so many of Scarlet’s victims before her, she tried her best to push the fat back into her body fighting against the reality that was now upon her. And just like all those other victims, the fat kept coming. She could feel the seams of her dress popping as the fat began to spill through the new openings and ooze between her chubby fingers. She kept trying to press inward, but her belly kept pressing her hands outward as it expanded further and further. She could do nothing but feel its growing weight in her hands.
Through it all, Scarlet’s smile grew even wider as Sylvia grew even fatter.
“You feel it? Feel yourself getting heavier. Feel the powerlessness as your control lessens and your weight grows. Feel how that fat fills you as your muscles give way and give out becoming thick juicy flabby fat rolls.”
Sylvia caught a glimpse of her fattening reflection in the glimmer of a silver punch bowl and screamed, a high pitched whine of a scream that quickly transformer itself into a squeal. Her fat fingers flew to her fat face once again, and she could taste the salty tears as they ran down her chubby cheeks. As she felt those chubby cheeks once again, she could sense how loose they were getting. She was developing thick jiggly jowls, and even her precious nose was growing fatter and piggish. All of this just made her sob some more, big angry sobs that turned into ugly snorts.
“You hate it don’t you? Of course you do, you incredibly privileged and prejudiced bitch. That’s what's going to make this so much worse for you. All of the hate that you’ve had in your heart and mind, all of those negative thoughts and unkind words you’ve had about fat people. It’s all yours to experience. I’m just turning you on yourself. And I’m enjoying every moment of it.”
PPHHHHHHHHBBBBT!!!!
Another trumpeting blast once again brought Sylvia’s hands from one set of chubby cheeks to another, and as she pressed her chubby fingers into her widening rump, she was distressed to feel just how much bigger her already bloated ass cheeks had gotten. Each mound of flabby flesh far overwhelmed the hand that attempted to hold it, and her dress had clear started to give away as she could feel the flesh that had since freed itself from the fabric. There was nothing she could do as her butt kept getting bigger and emitting fart after obnoxious fart.
“It stinks for you doesn’t it? Ha. You’ll have to pardon the lame pun I suppose. I have already had quite the busy night with more to go, but I do try to savor what’s in front of me. Isn’t that what's important in life? Taking the time to smell the roses or in your case well….”
More than even the fattening, it might have been the flatulence that frightened Sylvia most. Her eyes went wide as she felt her body giving up control again and again. Her mouth hung uselessly in an attempt to plead her case, but no sound could escape. The only sounds to be heard from the once silver tongued-Sylvia now only came from her boisterous bum.
“I have to say it’s the look on your face that really does it for me. I always love when they look at me with such fear, such hopelessness, such total realization that their life is never going to be the same. You’re right. You’re no longer the queen of your social circle. You’re nothing. You’re just a fat, sweaty, flatulent pig, the lowest of the low, doomed to feel nothing but humiliation for the rest of your fat life.”
Sylvia could really feel the sweat now. In her panic over everything else she had noticed the fact that her body was becoming rapidly damp. Now she felt every rivulet running through every fold. She was growing slick yet sticky and decidedly foul smelling, from more than just the noxious flatulence that continued to leak out from her still bloating blubber butt.
And as she became aware of this new edition to her stench, she also became aware of another sensation. Her hunger was extreme. She could fee her stomach rumbling and not just with gas, and, without a second thought, she found herself practically throwing her fat body into the buffet, she took several waddling steps before she wobbled so far that she fell into the table and upended the punch bowl, spilling its content all over herself. She remained unphased however, as she hands grabbed for some now rather soggy crab cakes and began to shove them into her greedy mouth. Crumbs from the crab cakes fell into the deep cavern of her bloated and saggy cleavage.
After cramming her cheeks with crab cakes, Sylvia found herself stuffing her fat face with mini-sausages. After scraping those down, she began to devour deviled eggs. Whatever food there was on that table did not escape her greasy, greedy fingers. She was an eating machine stopping only occasionally to let out another massive fart in a bid to make more room in her gluttonous gut for further food.
“Yes. Go ahead, keep eating. What have you got to lose anyway? You’ve only got to gain, more and more weight. That’s what’s waiting for you, more and more fat, blubber.”
You’ll get used to the stink, Sylvia. I promise. In fact, you’ll get used to everything. That’s the one small kindness I’ll do you. When this is done you’ll feel completely natural.”
For the first time in a long time, Sylvia made eye contact with Scarlet and took a heavy gulp of food as a new bit of fear sweat burst from her forehead followed by the sound of another fart from her sad, sagging rear. This was more than even she could dare to stomach, to lose everything, to lose complete consciousness of who she truly was, to lose the hope of ever getting herself back under control and changing for the better.
“It will just feel right that you’re made fun of, that you’re looked at harshly, that people snicker behind your back. It will feel right when you’re passed over for promotions or looked passed by potential suitors. When people turn their noses up at you, or scrunch them up because of your noxious smell, you’ll know that it’s only right. You’ll be certain that that’s the way things are supposed to be, because you’re not some queen. You’re just a fat smelly loser, and that’s the kind of thing that fat smelly losers like you deserve. Somewhere in the back of your mind, when you’re reliving this nightmare, you’ll remember that you used to be the one who dished it out, that you were the one with the silver tongue and the body to die for. But now you’re just going to be the one to take it. You’re one of those people that the world just piles on top of because it’ll make everyone else feel better. And that’s an important role don’t you think? People need to feel better, and your fat ass is going to provide them with plenty of entertainment. They’re going to love laughing at you just like you used to love laughing at people you considered less fortunate. And at the very least they’re going to feel great knowing that they’re not you. They’re better than you, and you’ll see that. Everyone you see from now on, you’ll know with absolute certainty that they’re better than you. You are the lowest of the low, you are fat and flatulent and foul smelling and disgusting. You are not beautiful, you are not clean, you are not in control of your lown life. You are just a big fat loser fit for nothing more than being looked down upon and shoved around by everyone else, a meek little pathetic pig, a nobody.”
Sylvia felt her entire outfit shift. No longer was she dressed in the busted remains of a designer dress. Instead, she felt the coarse fabric of a maid’s uniform, one that was still extra tight and showcasing every new bulge of fat on her blubbery body. It was a maid’s outfit already covered with greasy food stains, and tell-tale dark spots marking the sweat underneath her armpits. She looked disgustingly servile and outrageously fat as she pathetically turned from Scarlet and back toward the food to keep stuffing her fat face. As she crammed more food into her mouth her jowls and chins jiggled along with the rest of her piggish body. She couldn’t stop herself from oinking and farting as she stuffed herself, noises that combined with the sharp laughter of those around her.
She knew she was a spectacle. She knew she should fee shame, but she couldn’t stop herself, and she was soon awash with the strangely calming knowledge that she would never stop herself. It was like reality was resetting just as Scarlet planned. Sylvia could feel herself trying to fight it, but it was soon apparent that she was giving in and coming to terms with the reality that this was how things were meant to be.
“And I think that’s perfect, you being turned into this. This is what you deserve. It’s the humility that you need, and the world will be a much better place without you having a hint of power or influence. Everyone will be better off with you as nothing more than a big fat gluttonous hog.”
As Sylvia began to tire from the sheer amount of blubber that she was carrying around, she leaned more of her growing weight onto the table until it broke. Trays of food fell to the floor, but this didn’t stop Sylvia from eating. After all, she knew she was going to have to clean this mess up one way or another. So she got down on all fours and ate like the pig that she was, oinking and farting as the people she once thought herself as better than laughed along. Even Jennifer joined in, delivering a spanking to Sylvia that made them both jiggle. Sylvia squealed in the moment but then went right back to eating, stuffing her fat face like an absolute pig.
Scarlet nodded in approval.
“That’s right. Eat up. Eat up and grow fatter. That’s your future. That’s all you're good for. That’s all.”
Sylvia did as she was told, like the good pig that she was. She stuffed her face with food even as her surging belly grew so big that it began to press against the floor while she continued to pick up more food, crab cakes grown spongy from the spilled punch they were now soaked in, soggy cookies falling apart and so much more. Her entire body jiggled. Her fat ass especially wobbled back and forth continuing to let loose expressive toots as she ate and ate and ate without slowing down or showing any sign of stopping.
“Don’t worry. I still have your other family members to change, much more punishment to dole out. You may be feeling isolated right now, but believe me.”
Scarlet delivered her words with her usual gusto, but they fell on deaf ears at this point. The truth was Sylvia couldn’t really care much about her family one way or the other at this point. She was too caught up in the act of eating.
This didn’t bother Scarlet though, who delivered her final words with ominous flair.
“Soon you'll all be one big fat family together again.”
And then Scarlet drifted off back into the shadows and left Sylvia there on all fours eating like a big fat stinking pig.
Comments
Searcher
Wow!! Scarlett got her good.. This one had a lot of great descriptions. The irony of who she was and who she became was great. I like description of the fear and the fight she had until she lost complete control.
