Extra Slice #7: “Model Made to Waddle Musings”

Here’s a spicy little preview of what vain Ariel’s future may be exclusively for my Even More BS members.

Enjoy!

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You want Ariel to be nice and fat, don’t you? I know I do.

She’s such the perfect vain stuck up bitch isn’t she? She makes for the perfect person for a karmic comeuppance with the way she treats her friends and those who work for her. And you know it’s because of her looks. Her beauty gives her confidence, and her confidence is why she feels like she can just treat others like dirt. People have been looking up to her, admiring her her entire life because of her incredible body.

And she does have an incredibly hot body, at least a stereotypically hot one with her tight curves. She’s got a generous but toned ass, long lean legs, and a trim tummy. She’s earned her spot as a model even if she hasn’t earned her hot body. She doesn’t work for it. It’s all genetics. It’s all so unfair.

That’s why it’ll be so hot when she loses it all, when her body that she prizes so highly bloats up until it’s nearly unrecognizable. You know what’s bound to happen to her. She’s going to get super fucking fat. She won’t just be a little tubby. We’re talking obesity. We’re talking struggling to move.

It’s going to be a slow burn, but so worth it. And you’re going to get to experience every bit of it, every ounce.

Just think about those first few pounds. Given Ariel’s vanity, she’s probably going to ignore those at first. But we won’t. We’ll know they’re there. And she won’t be able to ignore those pounds forever. Her clothes are going to start getting tighter. She might even enjoy that at first. She might even be able to convince herself that it’s a positive. She’s just a little curvier. But soon those clothes will be too tight, uncomfortably tight.

They’ll be tight because of the fat that she’s packing on, the pudge that’s gathering around her middle, the new thickness that’s settling on her hips, thighs and butt. First, she’ll claim that she’s just retaining water. But you’ve seen the way she eats. You know the truth. She’s retaining fat.

Her metabolism is going to break. It’s just a matter of time if she keeps eating like a greedy little piggy. And as the pounds keep piling on, do you know what she’ll have to resort to? It’s the gift and curse of every hot girl who’s getting chubby.

A girdle.

Can you picture Ariel in a girdle? There’ll be the shame of having to buy it for the first time. Then she’ll suffer the constant humiliation of feeling how tight it is as it desperately sucks her fat in. And she’ll have the anxiety of constantly worrying about being found out. And you know that she’s going to get found out. People will learn all about vain Ariel and her precious girdle.

And then they’ll laugh at her.

You can picture that can’t you? The queen bee’s former subjects will turn on her. Laugh at her figure. Call her names. Piggy. Oinker. Pork Chop. Won’t she feel like the fat loser then?

That’s not even the best part.

Her girdle, that shameful girdle, the one thing keeping her figure in any kind of check and keeping the true nature of her fat body from the world, it won’t last forever. She’s going to keep gaining weight. She’s going to keep getting fatter and fatter.

She’s going to get too fat for her girdle.

And when that girdle pops.

And that fat spills out.

Oozes forth.

SUEY! Won’t that be sweet? Oh the schadenfreude we’ll have then when Ariel is too far for her girdle, when her fat refuses to be contained any longer. She won’t just pop the girdle. She’ll rip out of any clothes that she’s wearing. The fat will just burst forth. Her embarrassing pot belly will surge forward, spill out of her clothes and just jiggle their uselessly. Her love handles will spring out and give her a delicious muffintop.

Everyone will point and laugh. And it will crush her.

After that it’s a real spiral. Ariel is going to go from a smoking hot model to a regulation fatty.

Her greedy gut is going to get so big. It’s going to turn into a big blubber belly, a sack of fat that sags toward her fat knees. It’s going to jiggle like jello, but she sure as shit isn’t going to be jolly about it. Ariel is going to have a gut that is the ultimately sign of her gluttony. It’ll be impossible to suck in or hide. It’ll be so big that it bursts buttons and spills out of every shirt she tries to wear.

Ariel is going to have an ass to match too, a big blubber butt just like her blubber gut. She’s going to get some real chunky cheeks covered in cellulite. That cellulite is going to spread down her legs too. She’s going to have some thick thunder thighs that rub together to make the former model waddle. She’ll have cankles and fat feet with sausage toes.

Those sausage toes will nicely complement her sausage fingers which will be a part of her chubby hands. Ariel’s chubby hands will be at the end of two fat arms with great big jiggly bingo wings where her slim biceps once were.

And her face- oh her face- is going to get so piggish. Ariel’s pretty face will lose all its narrow features. They’ll be buried under fat as she develops jiggly jowls and a doughy double chin. She’ll have such a stereotypical fat girl face completely lacking the confidence that she used to radiate.

Food will be her only friend, so she’ll eat and eat and eat and just keep getting fatter.

The names will just keep coming too:

Cow. Whale. Blubber Buns. Lard Ass. Wide Load. Fatso.

Her life will be full of the karma that she deserves for all the misery she’s caused to not just fat people but all those around her. And it’s fitting. It’s time for this model to waddle, for this vain princess to live the pig life.

And you get to watch it all happen.