"Model Made to Waddle" Chapter 7

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Ariel looked like a goddess. 

While Ariel lived a life of glamour and always looked gorgeous, this particular look of divinity was by design. Here she was suspended by wires in the air that were disguised by six feet high golden angel wings and long flowing fabric that spiraled down to the floor. In the ultimate hamfisted metaphor of Ariel’s view of herself, she was floating high above a small sea of groveling worshippers, all gorgeous hard bodied models in scantily clad, all beneath her.

Ariel was also barely wearing any clothes, but unlike the other models who were all wearing rags basically cut like barely there swimwear, Ariel was clad in elaborate golden armor, and by elaborate armor that is to say that she was clad in armor befitting a female warrior in a male designed fantasy game. Her golden bustier perfectly hugged and showcased her bountiful bosom, and came to a quick point that drew attention to her flat stomach and pointed right at her exposed navel. Meanwhile, her bottoms were basically just golden bikini bottoms that fit like a glove around her perky ass.

She was floating in the air, looking down on everyone else with wind blowing through her luxurious red hair and smoke artfully twirling around her. Ariel was always hot, but this was the hottest she’d ever felt. She was doubtlessly a deity and deserving of worship.

This was it, the next big career step that she had been waiting for, breaking into the word of high fashion. Here she was, modeling for Maison Étoile. She was “The Goddess of Vanity”.

And it wasn’t an opportunity she was sure she would get even a week ago.

Just a week ago, Ariel woke up on the morning after her Kelly cooked binge-fest and bounded out of bed. The food and the sleep had been exactly what she needed to recover from her hard partying the night before and she suddenly had far more energy. As she practically danced around her bedroom though, Ariel had a second realization. It wasn’t just the rush of energy that she was feeling.

She was hungry.

It was a distinct rumbling feeling, a vibrating in her stomach that produced a low humming sound. Hunger. Ariel had known it before, but this felt different. She couldn’t place it, but there was just something particular about this particular pang of hunger that made the hairs on the back of her slender neck stand up. And when she placed her hands to her stomach, that’s when she realized why.

The bloating was still there. 

Her stomach flipped, not from hunger but from anxiety. It was undeniable. Sure. It had gone down significantly, and Ariel no longer had a massive food baby, but in a way that made things so much worse. A food baby could easily be explained away. A food baby could simply be called temporary and laughed off. Bloating two days in a row? That was a problem. That was something that signaled that so of the food Ariel stuffed herself with might stick around in the form of pounds sticking to her body.

It could all turn to fat.

And for the first time in her life, Ariel truly panicked.

Could she really be the victim of her own indulgence? Were these actually the first few pounds worth of pesky pudge pasting themselves onto her once perfect waistline?

No!

Not once perfect. Ariel was perfect, always perfect. This was just another temporary annoyance, a minor flair up… Still…. one cannot be too careful.

And Ariel was not known for being a careful person.

She chain smoked three cigarettes and then confined her breakfast to a pair of bananas and three strawberries. For lunch that day she had a salad, and in between lunch and dinner she drank a smoothie. She thought about working out, but that idea was too abhorrent to her to stand. She wasn’t that desperate. A cleansing day, that was what she needed, just no junk. For dinner she ordered from another salad place and “enjoyed” some boneless, skinless chicken breast to go with it.

No dessert.

It was a woeful day, but it worked. By the next morning, all of the bloating was gone, and she felt free to eat again.

So she immediately ordered some pancakes with a side of bacon and a side of hashbrowns, but after that breakfast- and now far more paranoid about any signs of bloating- Ariel roped herself back in for the rest of the day.

And that’s how she tried to keep things, at least for a little while, at least until she could be sure that she still had a handle on everything. Her control wavered by the day. When she felt better, she indulged more. When she didn’t she stopped. It was a long start to the week, but by the end of it, Ariel found herself more or less back to normal.

If anything, her eating habits were leaning in the “more” direction. But Ariel conveniently kept that thought out of her head as best she could. The vanity that had been such a constant presence in her life made admitting any kind of weakness or fault a difficult task, and seeing herself in nothing but the best light was even more tempting than the food that called to her.

Her confidence was at an all-time high (which is saying something) once Eleanor told her she had finally booked the Maison Étoile shoot. She had been putting off doing a ladies night with Eleanor and Penelope, and then when she got the news she let Eleanor talk her into doing one after the shoot to celebrate.

The shoot itself had Ariel one an extra sharp edge the morning of.

She meticulously checked her reflection in the mirror, suddenly afraid that she would see a double chin sprout up. She tentatively pressed her fingers to her tummy hoping that there wouldn’t be any sign of tubbiness. The thoughts of fat, of sag, of stretch marks, swirled around her head, but as she twirled around in her bedroom and so just how slim and sexy she looked, those fears were eased, and she gleefully skipped off to take a shower before breakfast.

In the shower, Ariel found comfort in her breasts, perky yet supple, effortlessly perfect. As she held her breasts in her hands and gently rubbed circles around her nipples with her thumbs as the hot water ran between her cleavage, all was right in the world. Her body twitched with pleasure and a moan rose from her lips and joined the steam of the shower.

Ariel’s toned thighs trembled, perhaps just slightly more than usual, as she reached for her soap and lovingly began to worship her body as the lathered up. Each inch that she touched of her glorious body was another moment of reassurance that she was indeed better than everyone else that she knew. Who else could feel so good, emotionally, physically, everything? Who else could hold a candle to her?

She purred as she slid her hand between her legs.

The soap and water mingled with her pleasure as she thought not of sex, but of herself.

After her very pleasant distraction, Ariel continued to clean herself, reaching behind to her perky posterior. She enjoyed her time playfully massaging her butt as she reflected on how many heads she had turned with it and how many eyes would follow her as she walked past today. She thought of her butt, and she thought of dominance. She was the kind of model that could own the print ads and would now own high fashion. The camera loved her. The people loved and hated her but were always captivated by her, and a large part of that was because of her perfect heart shaped ass.

Once she was done playing with herself down there, Ariel’s hands moved trepidatiously back to her stomach. It was her greatest point of tension, of fear, and she felt a compulsive need to wash it again as an excuse to feel it tentatively. She examined it for more softness, but her anxiety was too high to yield any concrete knowledge. Instead she alternated maddeningly between being convinced that there was some kind of softness there and then completely convincing herself that she was crazy.

“It’s all in your head. It’s all in your head. You’re perfect,” she muttered to herself.

She closed her eyes, and for a moment she was holding a big blubbery pot belly, a spongy sack of fat that squished between her fingers. She could feel the fat as she kneaded it like bread dough. There was real weight to it and it was heavy. Extremely heavy.

And it was growing heavier.

As she felt the fat surging forward, oozing through her fingers despite her best efforts to push it all back inside her, Ariel finally opened her eyes.

Ariel breathed a heavy sigh of relief as she looked at herself and was reminded that the horribly blubbery gut she had imagined was a complete fiction and that her truth was far more slim and sexy. She looked at her reflection in the heated anti-fog shower mirror that she had just had installed that week. It had cost her hundreds of dollars but was worth it for moments like this when she absolutely needed to admire herself.

And admire herself she did. She once again ran her hands across all of the curves of her body but this time while doing her best to make eye contact with herself. When doing this, Ariel was able to convince herself that her body was in tip top shape and that her stomach was slim as ever. In fact, she managed to convince herself that what she was seeing was the exact opposite of what she had imagined.

Through the shower steamed colored glasses that she wore, Ariel saw only what she wanted to see which included the faint definition of abs that were no longer truly there.

When thinking about her tummy got to be too much, Ariel went back to the comfort of massaging her breasts, teasing her nipples and feeling another round of pleasure rush through her until she rinsed off once again and stepped out of the shower.

After the shower, Ariel slipped into the comfort of her silk robe and sauntered downstairs to deal with the discomfort of having to decide what to have for breakfast.

Once she stood in her kitchen, she looked around and surveyed her choices. Kelly had left her tons of croissants- and several other pastries that she had already sampled over the last two days. Regrettably, she decided that today was definitely not a day for pastries.

There was also plenty of fruit, mostly for making smoothies, but Ariel nervously ate a clementine and noshed on a pair of grapes as she mulled over her other choices.

Eventually, she settled on cereal.

Plain bran cereal that she drowned in whole milk, and as she stared at it disappointingly, she knew it was already turning to mush.

This was far from what Ariel wanted.

What Ariel wanted was a big plate of scrambled eggs that she could stuff her face with. For a moment, as she looked at the spoon holding a half soggy bite of cereal, she imagined it was a big forkful of eggs lightly sprinkled with salt and pepper and dabbed with hot sauce, and as she closed her eyes and imagined that she was tasting her well seasoned fluffy eggs she thought about having a side of bacon.

Bacon would be so delicious. Ariel could picture herself picking up a crispy piece of bacon between her delicate fingers and snapping it off with her teeth, letting the saltiness of the bacon dance along her tongue. 

Then Ariel felt the mostly mushy cereal slide down her throat as she looked down at the empty side plate she had placed on the counter before deciding that bacon wasn’t happening this morning. Now the plate just sat there sadly, and as she ate her cold cereal, Ariel felt that plate’s sadness in a deeper way. She picked up the plate, closed her eyes and took in a deep sniff of the tasty bacon that wasn’t there.

And then she practically threw the dish into the sink.

What was wrong with her? Sniffing bacon that wasn’t there? Was she suddenly that desperate for food? That couldn’t possibly be her at all.

She brought her hand to her purring stomach and wondered if maybe it was.

Her hand lingered on her flat abdomen, still perfect, but buzzing with hunger, burning with the desire for more delicious food. Bacon…. Eggs… maybe even pancakes. It was easy to imagine stuffing her face with a big pile of fluffy pancakes drowning in melted butter and syrup. She wanted a big fat stack of flapjacks in front of her dressed with a combination of blueberries and strawberries and topped with a perfect spiral of sprayed on whipped cream.

And then Ariel imagined putting the can to her lips, pressing the nozzle and shooting sweet whipped cream right into her mouth and letting it glide down her throat. She wanted to guzzle that whipped cream, stuff her face with pancakes, eat just all the bacon and-

Was this normal?

Was it wrong?

Could it be anything else?

Ariel was thinking like a fatty. She knew that. She was fantasizing about food while she should have been content with the simple cold cereal she was eating. That was a proper model’s meal. It was exactly what she needed to be having after her incredible day of overindulgence yesterday. This was about getting back on track, about being in control.

But it was just all so damn unsatisfying.

She picked up another spoonful of plain soggy cereal and ate it, and it might as well have been like ash in her mouth after one- no- two days of just indulging, enjoying, living. Now this cruel diet gruel?

Ariel scoffed and dropped the spoon.

Diet?

Just the thought of the word caused her to twist her face into a grimace. Diets were for fatties. Diets were for losers. Ariel didn’t need to diet.

She dropped the spoon into the bowl and listened to its rattle as she remembered just who she was.

A model, a flawless model, the kind of slim and sexy supermodel that made others jealous, including those in the same line of work. Other models wish they could be like her, as beautiful, as confident, as in control. And what was a large part of that?

It was Ariel’s ability to eat.

Other models had to watch their figures. They had to be careful about what they ate, how much they ate, even when they ate. Not Ariel. Ariel was better than them. Ariel was perfect. She could eat whatever she wanted. She had to eat whatever she wanted. That was her reputation, practically her brand. If people knew Ariel had gotten spooked just because of two or three days of eating- maybe- a little bit more than she was “supposed to”?

The rumbling in Ariel’s flat stomach grew louder, and she pressed her hand to it further while failing to notice just the barest hint of new softness that hadn’t been there before, the slightest bit of give on the lower part of her tummy that was traditionally completely firm. Ariel’s mind may have been elsewhere, but her fingers- even if the rest of her didn’t realize it- they couldn’t help exploring.

Her pinky finger slid below her belly button and ran along the bottom part of her stomach, right where it met the waistband of her underwear and then worked its way back up. As it did so, that little bit of softness- barely a hint- gave a little ripple as her finger brushed against the skin. Ariel paid it no mind.

She was too busy thinking about food.

Why should she limit herself?

Ariel stared down at the bowl of cereal and mulled over her immediate future. As her fists clenched in determination, Ariel decided it was time to settle up with herself. Food was not something she was going to be afraid of. Indulgence was not something she was going to run away from. She was going to embrace it because she was in control of her body and her actions, not food, not the thoughts of others who were beneath her.

Still… Ariel wasn’t crazy. She did have to admit that she had the Maison Étoile, so she would settle for the bowl of cereal for now… and a buttered croissant… and some fruit.

And then she would really indulge when she was done.

With a smile on her face as she imagined all the food she would eat after the photoshoot and with renewed confidence in her sense of control, Ariel finished her cereal, slurped the milk and grabbed one of the croissants that Kelly had ordered her. She threw that in the toaster and while she waited selected her fruit.

There was a handful of grapes, but after nibbling on those she wanted some strawberries. Two of those went down her throat and then she found herself bored with strawberries and settled on a banana. She peeled it slowly and slid the banana into her mouth, running her tongue along it and enjoying its taste as she pulled off a creamy bite. 

The ding of the toaster oven went off practically in tandem with the alarm on her phone to signal that it was time to get going to the photoshoot. Kelly had undoubtedly been waiting in the care for the last forty minutes ready to drive her, but now was the time she had to actually get going. This meant that the rest of the banana went down her throat very quickly, and she slapped the butter on her croissant and scarfed it down with no care for the crumbs that she left on the counter. She had one more strawberry as she finished getting dressed.

Once dressed in designer shorts, heels, and a crop top that purposefully showed off her still fat tummy, Ariel couldn’t help but grab a second croissant to eat while she was in the car. After all, she wouldn’t want them to go bad.

Meanwhile, Kelly had in fact been sitting out in the car for a full ninety-minutes. 

While Ariel was normally on the later end of things, Kelly didn’t want to risk that on today, such a major event, she wouldn’t randomly decide to be exceedingly early and demand that Kelly be at her beck and call. So, rather than risk her wrath, Kelly had done the sensible thing and gotten there extra early. This was fine with her because she had recently signed up for an online cooking course and could kill her time by watching videos and daydreaming about meals that she would cook and feed to Ariel to fatten her up.

Currently she was working her way through a playlist on cooking dishes in cream sauces. She had already learned about a creamy Tuscan garlic salmon, beef stroganoff, shrimp and grits, and scalloped potatoes with ham in a cream sauce, and now she was studying up on a recipe for cream chicken alfredo lasagna that was worth 1,500 calories a slice!

As Kelly listened to the instructor talk about all the calorie dense ingredients and their measurements, she reached down and grabbed her own squishy belly. With her eyes closed, she listened and massaged her gut and pretended that it was Ariel’s soft, spongy stomach. She imagined Ariel stuffing herself with lasagna. She imagined that she was Ariel in that moment, eating greedily, growing fatter, more helpless.

She moaned softly and then she opened and closed her mouth in a silent performance as she mimicked the slow sensational bites of creamy lasagna slipping past her lips. She could taste it on her tongue and coming down her throat even though she was taking in nothing but air. Her double chin jiggled with delight as she imagined herself- no- imagined Ariel ingesting more and more lasagna, growing more stuffed, practically begging to stop but being unable to.

Kelly moaned. She oinked softly as she imagined Ariel as a pathetic piggy, a greedy, naughty little piglet who couldn’t stop eating, who was completely under her power. She kept eating in a dreamy way, her mouth lulling as she slowly opened and closed it and opened and closed it again.

And then-

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Kelly was jarred from her daydream by Ariel knocking on the window.

“What the fuck?” she clearly said even though Kelly had her window rolled up.

She hurriedly sat up and unlocked the car doors so Ariel could slip into the back seat. Once she was there, Ariel was far more pointed in her comments.

“Were you seriously daydreaming about food or something? Damn! You really are a piggy! Who does that? You’re so pathetic.”

Kelly, not being privy to Ariel’s own breakfast daydreaming, just hung her head in shame, double chin sadly inflated, and drove off toward the photoshoot.

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Eleanor had been working on getting this photoshoot for months, not that she thought Ariel deserved it in any way but because of her cynical need to make money. It was a problematic cycle where she needed Ariel to succeed so that she could benefit for herself and the more successful Ariel was the more insufferable she was. Even as she plotted Ariel’s fattening downfall, somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she had to plan her own career escape route. 

So why pull the trigger on this shoot right now? Why call in one of her biggest favors?

It was because she saw an opportunity, the perfect opportunity to set Ariel up for the ultimate humiliation. And she wanted to have high quality photographic proof of her downfall, humiliating proof that she would dress up and show to the world.

All the had to do was convince Ava de la Winter.

Ava de la Winter was a stern older woman whose love for long stemmed cigarettes and the sun was evident on her well leathered skin. Her hair was snow white and her eyes were a piercing blue when they weren’t hidden behind big bug eye sunglasses. Ava wasn’t just in tune with fashion, she was a tastemaker. More than that she was an artist who took great pride in staging and photographing her own work.

Her money and influence meant that she was capable of staging some truly grand and life changing work.

And life changing was exactly what Eleanor was looking for when it came to Ariel.

Ava del la Winter was the kind of woman that even Ariel would have to begrudgingly respect, and, luckily for Eleanor, she was also Ava’s friend. The two went way back. So why hadn’t she been able to secure such a prestigious photoshoot for Ariel before?

“Because, darling. Your client’s an asshole,” Ava said after blowing a perfect smoke ring.

Then she waved her Cruella de Ville style cigarette holder in Eleanor’s direction.

“So why are you asking me to do this thing again?”

Eleanor felt the fluttering of butterflies from deep inside her blubbery double belly, but there was no turning back now.

“Look, I know she’s a little arrogant but-”

Like a pestered dragon, Ava rolled her eyes behind her circular sunglasses and blew another annoyed puff of smoke.

“Please, darling. I work in fashion. Arrogance I can handle. Your client is just a stone cold bitch.”

“Yes. Yes. I’m not arguing that. I get that she can be a pain in the ass, and she loves to demean people- to put them down and-”

“She thinks she’s bigger than the art, darling.”

That should have felt like a dagger to Eleanor’s heart, a death sentence. But instead it brought the twisting of a smile to her face.

“What if she was just bigger?”

In response, Ava gave Eleanor an appropriately dramatic tilt of her Aubrey Hepburn sunglasses.

“Well, now that tone of yours is very interesting, darling. It tells me you’ve got more to say.”

“And what if that something more was more of Ariel?”

“Yes. Yes. I’m already tantalized. Now get to your point.”

“My point is, I’m going to make Ariel fat.”

Eleanor’s breath caught in her throat. This was the first time she had ever so boldly said her plan out loud to someone other than Penelope. Her heart raced as she waited for a response from Ava. She had hoped that such a bold decree would have gotten a sudden cough of smoke out of the woman, but instead Ava just took another long cool drag of her cigarette.

“Good,” was her solemn response.

“Good?”

Ava nodded as she snubbed out her stub of a cigarette. 

“Yes. Good. Make her fat, darling. That would be a think she’d hate. It would personally wound and humiliate her, and for that I say good. But what do you need me for? She could be a plus-sized model and I still wouldn’t book her purely because of who she is.”

“But I have an idea.”

“About how to make her fat?”

“More than that. I have an idea for a piece.”

“A piece?” ask Ava, and Eleanor could hear the tremor in intrigue in her voice.

“A pair of pieces actually,” responded Eleanor, and the words practically spilled out of her mouth.

“A pair? You are pitching me campaign concepts now, darling?”

“Just this once. I think you’ll like it.”

Slowly, Ava pulled out another cigarette, slid it into her holder and lit it.  She mulled the whole thing over a long drag.

“Well, darling. I have to say you’ve officially gotten me curious. What is this idea of yours?”

Eleanor let out a heavy sigh of relief that caused her entire big fat body to quiver.

“Dress her like a goddess.”

“Oh, darling-”

“No. No. You don’t understand. I get it. She’s so arrogant, so vain, so lead into that. Make her the goddess of vanity. Dress up in something tiny, make her look super glamorous, powerful, everything she already sees herself as.”

“You’re starting to lose me, darling.”

Eleanor’s belly wobbled furiously and spilled across her fat lap as she leaned forward to plead her case to Ava.

“But you haven’t heard about the after.”

“The after?”

“The after.”

Eleanor paused for dramatic effect.

“After she’s fat, you have her do another photoshoot in the same outfit, but now she isn’t the queen of vanity. She’s the queen of gluttony, plump and red-faced from exhaustion and humiliation. Wouldn’t you love that? To capture Ariel in all her humiliated glory? To pose her in all sorts of angles to make the world see just how fat she’s gotten, to make her feel so tremendously low after feeling so high and mighty for years?”

Eleanor could see the wheels turning in Ava’s mind and knew she had her. Once Ava started to get her own ideas going in her head, it was only a matter of time before she set herself to carry them out. It took very little pushing after that to get her on board. 

“You can sell it as some kind of metaphor for the dangers of consumerism or corporate greed or some kind of bullshit like that.”

Ava nodded along in agreement and let the ashes of her cigarette fall away as she contemplated her next move. 

“And she’ll actually agree to a second photo shoot after the first?”

Eleanor waved this concern off with a literal wave of her hand that caused her bingo wing to wobble. 

“You just sign her to two shoots with one contract. She’s too stupid to think about it too carefully and just be overjoyed to get such high profile and prestigious work. Then, once she’s fat enough we make it clear that her contract requires her to do the shoot or face financial ramifications that she won’t be able to afford at that point. She’ll have to do it!”

Eleanor was practically foaming at the mouth. And that kind of fervor brought a smile to Ava’s face. 

“Very well, darling. You have officially moved me from curious to invested. I’m in.”

The two shook hands and sealed Ariel’s humiliating fate. 

The shoot itself started out well. Ariel’s outfit fit her perfectly. It was tight. It showed off everything. Eleanor enjoyed thinking about what Ariel would look like in the after photos. 

It was easy to imagine, her slim stomach turned into a big sagging spare tire, a round ball of blubber spilling over the waistband of her bikini bottoms and wobbling with the slightest movement. She could see Ariel standing there self consciously with her perky bosom now two massive blobs of stretch mark covered fat quivering as they practically spilled out of her brassier. 

Eleanor could see it perfectly clear. It was like that fat Ariel was standing right in front of her with tremendously thick thunder thighs that forced her to waddle about like a fat penguin and a doughy dump truck ass that spilled out of the bikini bottoms. It was an ass that was as hungry for eating the back of the bikini bottoms as Ariel was for eating food. Even her arms were big and beautifully wobbly with flabby bingo wings, and her face looked piggish. It was round and fat with jiggly jowls and a doughy double chin. It was a face made for eating, for stuffing. It was covered in grease and crumbs and sauce and-

It was all Eleanor could do to avoid touching herself in front of a room full of people as she imagined just how different Ariel would look during her very special after photoshoot.

The present one was close to wrapping up when Ariel noticed Penelope had come for a set visit.

“Miss Pudgy Penny! Look at you! I didn’t think I’d see you till our little get together tonight. Just couldn’t wait? Had to see me at my greatest? Soak it in. Oh my god! Are you jealous? Is that it? You had to see what you’re missing?”

Penelope just rolled her eyes because sometimes it was easier to roll with Ariel’s punches than to fight back.

“Oh yeah, like definitely. I’d like totally kill to be in something like this.”

Then Ariel looked down at Penelope’s pudgy belly and smiled as she came up with a terribly wicked idea.

“You want to be in this one?”

Penelope looked stunned, backed into a corner by Ariel’s seemingly polite offer. 

“Oh yeah, like I’d totally love that.”

Then she looked over toward Eleanor and Ava, confident that Ava would never allow such a thing, after all she was not exactly feeling like she was in high fashion shape at the moment. And of course, Ariel knew the same thing and went right over to her.

“Wouldn’t it be amazing, Ava? Just think about it, you could use a servant or two who are a little… plainer looking to serve me and juxtapose my beauty. In fact- Kelly!”

Kelly was standing over by the craft services in the middle of stuffing her face with a doughnut. Her face went beet red as people turned to look at her with her cheeks looking like a bloated chipmunk. 

Ariel continued as she walked over, grabbed Kelly by the chubby hand, and started dragging her toward Ava. 

“Just think about it, Kelly. This could be your big break! What do you say, Ava?”

And Ava, whose mind raced quickly from disgust that Ariel would dare insist on making additions to her piece to being intrigued by what she thought of as a genuinely good idea, did a rare thing and turned her head just slightly to Eleanor in deference, as if asking for permission. 

Penelope looked Eleanor in the eyes, and her heart dropped into her pudgy pot belly as Eleanor nodded. 

That’s how Penelope and Kelly ended up on their knees with the fat on their bodies fully exposed by the rags that they wore. Sure, they signed some quick contracts and got fairly paid for services they chose to give. But who would have said no in a situation like this? 

And Ariel? She was ecstatic to have two fatties serving her on hand and foot. It made her feel like the perfect goddess of vanity. She loved the way their blubber quivered as they groveled underneath her and loved even more that that camera was catching it all.

She would be sure to have a life-size portrait printed, framed and hung in her home so she could cherish this memory forever, and make Penelope and Kelly look at it over and over again. It would be a good reminder of their place in this world, always beneath her.

In fact, the only thing that made Ariel more happy then the pictures was the fact that the shoot was done and she could enjoy some craft services.

She was starving.

Ariel thought about being a bit more polite at first as she nibbled on some cheese and crackers. But by the time she had her second sandwich formed by two pieces of cheese and pepperoni between two crackers, she had spotted the pigs in a blanket. With eyes wide and greedy, Ariel pushed past several models and strut right passed the salad to chow down. 

Her fingers went to work quickly, and her high heels had hardly stopped clicking on the concrete floor of the warehouse before the was picking up piggies and throwing them into her mouth. She’d pick up one in each hand and then alternate popping them into her mouth and dipping them in spicy brown mustard. 

From about twenty feet away, Eleanor and Penelope softly chuckled and pinked to themselves before motioning to Ava who in turn motioned to one of her photographers to keep his camera clicking. 

Completely unaware of what was happening, Ariel kept cramming pigs in the blanket into her greedy mouth. It felt so good to eat real food again today. She was living for the saltiness of the mini-hot dogs mixed with the spiciness of the mustard and the subtle sweetness of a pastry dough. And, of course, there was just the right amount of grease that danced along her tongue and slid down her throat. 

Ariel was making quick work of the pigs in the blanket. People were taking notice and she was noticing their noticing. 

All that did was make Ariel eat faster. 

It was like a click went off in her head, something that made her competitive nature take over. Suddenly it wasn’t enough that she was having pigs in a blanket or even a lot of pigs in a blanket. She needed to have all of the pigs in a blanket. 

As others observed from a safe distance, less they get their fingers bitten off, take an elbow to the face, or at the very least get yelled at, Ariel suddenly became the Joey Chestnut of pigs in the blanket, shoving them into her mouth two at a time and hitting an impressive form. If humans could be vacuums then Ariel would have been at the top of the market. It was impossible to keep count of just how many mini-hot dogs she was horking down because of the speed in which Ariel was doing it. But the slim and sexy model was certainly putting away a sizable amount and her slim stomach was starting to stretch out accordingly. 

Other models watched with jaws hanging low as Ariel practically seemed to unhinge hers to cram more pigs in a blanket into her mouth. It was a storm of gluttony, and they could help but watch with a small glimmer in their eyes as her trim stomach grew taut with food, stretching forward and out over the waistband of her gold bikini bottoms in the start of a food baby. 

Little did they know how far away that food baby was to term. 

Ariel kept eating. And eating. And eating. Those little piggies went wee wee wee right into her growing stomach. She showed no signs of stopping, and she likely wouldn’t have stopped if her eyes didn’t catch a tray of her familiar favorite. 

Crab cakes. 

Those poor crab cakes didn’t stand a chance. They went down one right after another with no care given to the amount of crumbs that fell onto the table and the floor and into Ariel’s cleavage. By the time she had put away four of them (which wasn’t much time at all, all things considered), Ariel turned around and gave a victorious smile to all those who were observing her. 

Her bountiful chest shimmered with grease as she gazed upon all those who had witnessed her gluttony. 

“You’re all jealous. You’re all just so damn jealous. You wish- wish so fucking badly that you could eat like me and still look this hot!”

Her grease stained hands stroked her now shiny stretched out stomach. 

“And you think I’m done? You ain’t seen nothing yet!”

There was a twinkle of madness in her eyes as Ariel issued her decree and then turned to face her next tray of food, some jalapeño poppers, deep fried and stuffed with cream cheese and bacon. The grease squirted straight down her throat as she tore into them, and she took it like a champ. 

Meanwhile, Ava and Eleanor stood off to the side, whispering to each other as they watched Ariel jam the jalapeño poppers into her mouth. 

“You know, we don’t normally have this much fried food at my photoshoots, darling.”

Eleanor chuckled in response, a chuckle that threatened to turn itself into a maniacal cackle the more Ariel ate. 

“Yes. But I told you she’d go for it all.”

Ava struggled to keep her jaw in place as she watched slim and sexy Ariel continue to stuff herself, to gorge like a gluttonous pig. 

“My god, she might actually get fat.”

“That’s the plan.”

“I have to say, darling. I was skeptical at first. But this…. This is something. You are onto something, darling. This is art!”

Back at the craft services buffet, Ariel had moved on from spicy jalapeño poppers and into a dessert of big pretzel sticks that she was liberally dunking in Nutella. The sweet hazelnut and chocolate spread went perfectly with the saltiness of the pretzels, and Ariel made of show of snapping the pretzels with her teeth, creating a satisfying crunch as part of her display of dominance. 

And it also just tasted really really good. It was such a perfect come down from all of the savory she had been eating which of course meant that Ariel could eat even more. Eventually, the stickiness of the sweet Nutella began to slow Ariel down, and she started to feel something close to being satisfied. 

With her performance coming to an end, Ariel picked up a napkin and daintily dabbed the Nutella stain from the corners of her mouth, let out a soft burp and rubbed her stuffed belly. As she gave her bloated belly a bit of a massage, she shot glares at those who still lingered there watching her, and she smiled at the way they cowered. 

Then she got herself a strawberry smoothie and went off to her dressing room to change into a completely new outfit before her ride home. 

Ava, watching this, took this as her own cue to leave which just left Eleanor standing there alone until Penelope came walking over to her. Her make up was still smudged by her tears, and she was self-consciously rubbing her soft squishy belly as she stared off in Ariel’s direction. 

“This better all be worth it,” she said with a sneer. 

Eleanor just smiled as she stared at Ariel and looked for the subtle signs of new softness on her perky butt. 

“It will be. Don’t worry. It WILL be.”

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Kelly once again found herself sitting and waiting in the car. This time she wasn’t bothering to watch any new cooking videos. She just sat there, stewing in her humiliation. Her thunder thigh tremendously, and the fat shook as her leg bounced up and down in anger. The quivering of her fat radiated up from her thigh and into her bouncing blubbery belly. She clenched her jaw, but even her doughy double chin wobbled as she fought back her tears. 

She turned that humiliation, that sadness, into focused anger and determination. And she imagined her revenge. 

She imagined slim and sexy Ariel, skinny bitch that she was, turned into the fat servant groveling at her feet. She picture Ariel reduced to crawling on all fours, blubbery and blubbering. That’s what she wanted to see, to see her fallen, fattened, a failure, a big fat failure. 

Kelly wanted to squeeze Ariel’s big blubbery belly, to spank her fat ass, to make her pay. She wanted to tease her, taunt her, pinch her, prod her. She wanted to feel Ariel’s fit body turned to fat and soak in the humiliation that came along with that. 

She was still thinking about it when Ariel threw the door open and slipped into the car. 

“Are you still pouting, piggy? Don’t be so pathetic. You’re lucky I got your fat ass a few extra dollars. Say thank you.”

As a reflex, Kelly went to say thank you, but the words caught in her throat, held there by what pride she had left. She just put the car in gear and drove off. 

Ariel took in this silence and broke it with a huff. 

“Ugg! Fine! If you’re going to be a baby about the whole thing and just insufferable, I’ll tell you what. You can come to ladies' night tonight.”

Kelly sat turned for a moment and nearly missed the turn she was supposed to make. 

“Really?”

Ariel rolled her eyes and looked out the window. 

“Yeah. Sure. Whatever. It’s like just a super casual one at home. In fact, we need someone to cook something. You do that so we don’t have to order food or whatever. Just make it good. Got it?”

Kelly smiled as the video of the chicken Alfredo lasagna replayed in her head. 

“Oh yeah. Of course. I’ve got it. I’ve got it. No worries. I have something special in mind just for you.”

“Perfect.”

Ariel continued to look out the window, and had to admit she was starting to somehow feel hungry again. Maybe it was the sight of all the various food places they were passing. Maybe it was the fact that she had now primed herself to think of dinner which was hours away. It was probably a combination of both those things. But the point was that Ariel wanted to eat and Ariel always got what she wanted. 

As the car slowed down for a light Ariel looked at the choices in front of her. There was a Thick Burger which she had never had before though she had heard great things and had to admit that she was tempted. Still, even she had to admit that red meat right now was not probably something her stomach could handle. Burgers, sandwiches of any kind, it would all be a bit to heavy, especially with dinner and drinks, lots of drinks, still to come. 

But next to Thick Burger, there was St. Michelangelo's, one of those viral pizza places that only sold personal sized pizzas, not slices. 

That would do perfectly. 

“Pull over and pick me up a pizza. I’m feeling a bit peckish,” Ariel ordered as she smacked her lips together and thought about stuffing her face with some cheesy saucy pizza.

“More like piggish,” thought Kelly as she smiled and pulled into a spot right in front of St. Michelangelo’s. 

Despite her heftier size, Kelly practically sprung from the car eager to enable Ariel’s continued gluttony. 

And as she waddled up to the pizza place, she muttered her previous thought under her breath giving it a greater sense of reality, a greater weight. 

“More like piggish.”

The pizza was plain cheese, but it was delicious. Split into four pieces, Ariel opened the box and took a big whiff of its intoxicating scent. Somehow her stomach rumbled with new hunger. It was like the scent of tomato cheese and basil brought out something in her.

She held up the first piece and gazed at the glorious cheese pull that she was able to achieve and made sure to blow on the pizza real good. She knew she couldn’t risk burning her tongue, damaging tastebuds and ruining the eating she planned on doing later that night, and she planned on doing plenty of eating.

That first slice was a piece of heaven. 

Ariel almost wished she had taken a picture. It would have certainly helped the restaurant’s virality, and she might even pick up a few more followers herself. But she wasn’t going to share photographic evidence of her eating. After all, technically speaking pizza was beneath her.

Instead she just enjoyed it. She placed it dripping cheese first on her tongue and then bit into the perfectly crispy crust. A burst of tomato sauce exploded in her mouth, and Ariel let out a quiet moan.

It wasn’t quite quiet enough though to escape the perked up ears of Kelly sitting in the front seat with one hand on the wheel and one slid between her legs.

Ariel enjoyed that twice, but somehow she might have enjoyed the second slice of pizza even more. She ate it even faster. Sauce carelessly stained her lips and dribbled onto her sundress, something she noted she would toss when she got home. She made a note of the sauce stain and made a point of taking the opportunity to wipe a bit of grease that was on her finger onto the dress as well as if it was a lovely designer napkin. Then she went back to focusing on that lovely second slice as her belly subtly swelled just a bit more with each bite.

The nice thing about wearing a sundress was that it was so loose, so Ariel didn’t have anything restraining her belly and enhancing the natural tightness that was already there. The loose fabric just rose very casually.

And Ariel casually moved onto her third slice.

One might have thought that Ariel would slow down on the third slice, but the lightness of the thin crust made the pizza pretty manageable, and its deliciousness made it irresitable. She was still floating on cloud nine as she felt the flavors of the cheese and sauce mingle together and dance on her tongue. Food was a wonder thing, an addicting thing, and Ariel was hooked on this pizza. For the moment it was like the rest of the world no longer existed. It was just here and that third slice of pizza, and the only thing that took her attention from that third slice was the fact that there was a fourth slice sitting right in front of her.

If anything, that realization made her eat the third slice of pizza even faster so she could get to the fourth, and the fourth was where Ariel finally started to hit a wall. It was good, but it was also a lot. Still, by that point Ariel was beyond caring about the deliciousness of her meal. This was about completion. This was about competing with herself. This was about control.

So she finished that slice bite by bite, chew by chew, swallow by swallow until there was nothing left but crumbs, and even those she scooped up and sprinkled into her greedy mouth. Then she let her hands rest on her ridiculously bloated belly and let loose a victorious and satisfied burp.

Ariel was eager to get home and crawl into bed for a bit. Eleanor and Penelope would be joining them for ladies night later.

And Ariel knew that a nap would be the perfect way to digest all this food and get herself ready for all the eating she still had to do.

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