"Model Made to Waddle" Chapter 1

Over 9,300 words. That's what this first chapter of what was supposed to be an epic piece of fiction comes out to. Then I got screwed out of the commission money that I had already spent by someone who held up my PayPal funds because he owed me more money. More on that will be talked about at the end.

Anyway, here's the first part of what could be an epic story.

Enjoy!

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Ariel loved watching the way her lips moved as she said her own name. She loved the way her luscious lips curved into a passionate circle on “Ah”, the way her tongue flicked as she gently rolled her r and pronounced the middle of her name like a drop of golden sun. Even her lips couldn’t help but smile. And then she loved the effortlessness of the elle at the end, the way she just let it dramatically float off into the either. 

“Ah-Rey-Elle.” She was very particular about that. No short at the beginning, so coarse, like she was screaming. Her name shouldn’t be screamed. It should dance off the tongue as lithe and seductive as she was. She wasn’t a font or a fucking mermaid. Ul, A-ree-UL, disgusting, a name for peasants. She was no peasant. She was a model. She was perfection. And Ariel loved her name. 

She loved everything about herself. 

Ariel’s perfect mouth with its luscious lips was part of a face that was somehow simultaneously sultry and angelic. It did a lot to disguise her devilish attitude when she wanted it to. Her cheek bones were high and her jawline was well defined and narrow. She didn’t look sallow, however. Her face was gifted with the perfect amount of fat to make her look youthful and elegant. And her skin, just like the rest of her face, was absolutely perfect. It had a dewy quality to it, looking smooth and glowing without a hint of oil or grease. There wasn’t a blemish in sight, and Ariel prided herself on not needing makeup at all, though she always applied at least a little and did so flawlessly. 

Her eyes were as seductive as the rest of her. They shone a brilliant green and twinkled with a great sense of confidence and cunning. Ariel’s eyes were a window to whatever she wanted people to see. They were frequently cruel but could be incredibly kind when it suited her. They were a sign of her intelligence and cleverness and constantly greeted others with a clear sense of judgment. Ariel’s gaze was known to stop people dead and their tracks and leave them a stuttering, stammering mess. They were eyes that froze out women and turned men to putty, dangerous eyes.

Those eyes were paired with a perfect set of beautiful pearly white teeth, immaculate teeth that made for a gorgeous smile that was both brilliant and intimidating. Even her breath was gorgeous, something most people would never stop to think about. But, just like everything else about her, Ariel’s breath was meticulously cared for and therefore perfect. The fact that her teeth and breath were so perfect was actually something of note because- Well, if it was to be said that Ariel had one flaw it was that…

Ariel watched the shape of her mouth in the mirror as she gently blew a smoke ring. She smiled as the perfect O hit the mirror and burst rather cinematically. She smiled at the amusing game she loved to play with herself and then took another long drag of her cigarette.

Smoking was a habit that Ariel had picked up in high school back when it was edgy and cool to smoke beneath the bleachers. She only ever smoked cigarettes. (Being a stoner was beneath her after all.) And when she did smoke she felt cool and powerful. There was just something about the way she held a cigarette, the way it pursed between her lips that gave Ariel and extra mystique, a certain flair like she was an old Hollywood actress. For many people, smoking would have been a disgusting sight, but Ariel wielded a cigarette like a paintbrush that added another layer of color to her persona. The trails of smoke that gently trailed across her face and danced within her hair added to her allure.

And, of course, there were plenty of perfumes, whitening strips, breath mints, and other accouterments and preparations to deal with the other side effects of smoking. Ariel also did not have a particularly bad habit. Nobody would ever say she was addicted to smoking, and she certainly never chain smoked like some kind of fat degenerate trucker type. She was a delicate lady who was, in every way, physically flawless.

That flawlessness extended beyond Ariel’s face. Ariel had hit the genetic lottery, and so her entire but was flawless. She was gifted with muscle definition that she barely had to work to maintain. In fact, she could ultimately eat a lot of junk if she so wanted to and still maintain her extremely toned figure. Any working out that she did was really more of a show than anything else, it was nothing more than an opportunity to show off her rocking body. She occasionally got gigs that had her wearing athleisure wear and working out for people to drool over, but other than that she basically did nothing to achieve the insane results that she had. Instead she was gifted with natural beauty that started in her face and moved all the way down to her pretty painted toes. It extended down her swan-like neck and into her delicate shoulders which in turn were connected to her lean but muscular arms. Her arms were long and well toned and ended in slender wrists attached to dainty hands and long delicate fingers perfect for holding cigarettes.

Ariel’s torso tapered into a trim waist. Her curves gave her a perfect hourglass with a middle that was extremely well toned. Her flat stomach was one of Ariel’s favorite accomplishments, having worked hard to earn the six pack abs that she loved to showcase. Ariel was frequently seen showcasing her sexy six pack any chance she got. She loved to wear bikinis, and even when she wore dresses she was a big fan of ones that had a cutout in the middle to give lustful witnesses a window to view her perfect abdominals. Ariel was a fan of tight shirts and crop tops. Even her blouses and jackets were carefully tailored to showcase the taper of her waist.

Even when nobody was looking, Ariel loved to rub her hands along her washboard stomach. She would watch the fingers dance from muscle to muscle. And when people were around, Ariel would flaunt her abs in front of them too. She would frequently lift her shirt to give people a view and then make them watch her run a finger up the well defined line that ran through the middle of her torso as she bragged about how hard her abs were. During foreplay before sex, one of the things that got her going the most was the feeling of her lovers’ hands on her six pack. This intoxicating arousal was doubled when she could feel the way her abs intimidated them which was frequently the case.

Beyond her trim waist, Ariel had a luscious heart shaped ass. Her beautiful buns of steel were full but also muscular. One could bounce a quarter of the generous curves of her perfectly perky posterior. She had a butt that turned heads. You could watch her strut through a place, and practically turn people into floating cartoon characters. The sway of her hips and gently bobbing of her buttcheeks was that entrancing. Her perfect ass inspired plenty of wolf whistles and comments, most of which she soaked in with great enjoyment. And when she wasn’t in the mood for such crass behavior, a quick withering stare was enough to bring her catcallers to their knees.

Ariel’s own legs were much like her arms. They were long lean, but with just the right amount of thickness thanks to the muscle she had built up. She wasn’t bulky, she was, as always, slender, but her legs also carried with them the appearance of strength thanks to their toned nature. The athletic nature of her legs was something that Ariel loved to show off in skimpy outfits. Dresses that she chose to wear were either distinctly short enough to showcase her legs, were given a dramatic slit to allow her to show off her muscles, or were otherwise tightly taped in such a way that the toned nature of her thighs remained obvious. Similar to her arms, Ariel’s legs tapered into slender calves and ankles and ended with delicate feet which were elegantly showcased by the expensive footwear she frequently wore. Of course, she was also partial to going barefoot and letting people admire her feet that way. She was not ashamed to say that sharing pictures of her perfect feet had made her a large sum of money.

Her flawless legs with their toned muscle and smooth, supple skin, allowed Ariel to strut with confidence wherever she went which was perfect for her because she had her career as a model, and her legs contributed to a statuesque look that made her very popular. She was capable of posing for some seriously breathtaking photos.

Those breathtaking photos were largely so breathtaking because of Ariel’s largest and most valuable assets. To say that Ariel’s breasts were bountiful would be an understatement. They were generous D cups and stood out with a perkiness that defied the laws of gravity. More than just their size, that level of saying fuck you to physics was the thing that made so many women jealous. Ariel loved her absolutely perfect breasts just as much if not more than her assortment of admirers. Her breasts, thanks to their size, were showcased in whatever outfit that Ariel put on, and she frequently presented with a large amount of sultry cleavage that had people drooling all over. The size and shape of her breasts, especially when paired with the rest of her toned and trim yet curvy figure, gave Ariel a perfect hourglass and made her a very popular glamor model. The shape of the rest of her figure made it so Ariel didn’t have to whore herself out like a crass size queen. 

She had plenty to rely on and wasn’t some kind of big breasted bimbo, a bloated one trick pony because of her tits. Ariel could model anything. Whenever someone was looking for someone stunning to boost a brand’s popularity, Ariel was the perfect candidate, and her career was really taking off. She had amassed a massive amount of social media followers and tremendously lucrative contracts. Those contracts were incredibly important because Ariel also spent money like it was going out of style. One might think she was allergic to having a proper sized bank account, but Ariel was used to the life of extreme luxury, and she enjoyed living in a beautiful mansion and partying in exotic locales with her friends, a selection of colleagues and hangers on from as far back as high school. 

Ariel really loved to keep a vast array of sycophants hanging around to kiss her ass and be indebted to her. They made Ariel feel even more powerful, and while most of her entourage was made of women as slim and sexy as herself, Ariel made sure to keep a couple of duds around to make herself look even better by comparison. 

And the odd fat friend was a perfect form of easy entertainment.

Ariel’s fatphobia and incredible love of making fun of fat people for sport was something that developed along with her own incredible ego and came to prominence when she realized that her own successful future was assured thanks to her own slim and sexy figure. She had always been successful. She had risen to the title of head cheerleader in both high school and college. She was the homecoming and prom queen, and in college she was sorority president and was crowned Snow Queen at her college’s winter formal three years in a row. The only reason she didn’t win her senior year is because the committee changed the rules to “make it more fair” and made her ineligible. Ariel had this dispute settled out of court with a solid cash settlement and the public title of Snow Empress.

Since those school days, Ariel’s rise had only continued, as did her appetite for control and adoration. Ariel’s greatest enjoyment came from making sure that other people knew that she was inferior. She thrived when she was showing off her own figure and fame and loved to purposefully demean and degrade others. 

Fat people were still her favorite target. They were big targets as Ariel was fond of saying. Ariel found fat people to be the antithesis of everything. They were disgusting individuals, fat, unattractive, lazy and sloppy. Fat people were victims of their own over indulgence and worthy of nothing but scorn and derision. She had a history of mocking them dating back to her high school days when she would go as far as being a physical fat pinching and poking bully. In fact, her history of fat shaming was the only thing that held her modeling career back at all, something that made Ariel doubly resentful of fat people who were now costing her fame and money. It was bad enough that fat people needed to so greedily stuff their fat faces, but it was crossing the line to do so while taking money out of her already well lined pockets.

Just the other day, some fat fans recognized Ariel and asked her for her autograph, and Ariel took great pleasure in giving them a verbal tongue lashing instead. She dressed them down, called them all sorts of horrible names while making fun of their fat bodies, and then patronizingly gave them diet advice which was essentially to just stop eating. And when they cried and called her a bitch, her only response was to tell them that she was a rich and beautiful bitch who didn’t need fat fans.

Of course, it wasn’t just fat people that Ariel enjoyed controlling, insulting, and degrading, it was also the people who worked for her.

And woe be those who happened to be both.

Kelly was Ariel’s long-suffering assistant who was also a constant yo-yo dieter. This meant that she wasn’t always fodder for Ariel because of her fatness, but when she was weighing in on the heavier said she took extra blows to her bloated body.

In the eyes of many who saw Ariel and Kelly together, Kelly was known as Flounder. It was a joke that people were careful not to say around Kelly or Ariel because it was based on a pronunciation of her name and a reference and association that Ariel abhorred, but to many the nicknamed seemed to fittingly describe the way Kelly helpless followed Ariel around like a dogged sidekick ready to receive abuse. Those who took the time to actually point out any inaccuracies in the comparison because of the actual relationship between Ariel and Flounder were quickly silenced by way of “Shut up, it’s funny” and other such phrases.

One day, of course, Kelly got tired of being Ariel’s put upon lackey. The insults went just a hair too far, and while still desperate to cling to Ariel’s rising star, like Judas to Jesus, Kelly looked for a moment to betray her.

Kelly caught Ariel posing while looking in the full length mirror and smoking, something that was not at all unusual. With her eyes down lest she accidentally make eye contact with Ariel’s and catch another scolding for being distracting, Kelly quietly shuffled into the room with a tray of Ariel’s lunch at the ready. She carried the tray with a towel underneath it so she could slide it onto Ariel’s dressing table without making a sound. Ariel detested the sound of plastic hitting her fine mahogany vanity table.

All of Kelly’s caution was for naught however when she fell victim to Ariel’s signature heavy sigh.

“Do you have to step so loudly with your disgustingly fat feet?”

Kelly looked down at her feet, currently clad in a pair of comfortable and well padded old sneakers. She did not wish to look up as Ariel turned around to berate her fully.

“Seriously, I’m trying to concentrate, and that’s impossible to do when you insist on traipsing about her like an elephant. So please do me the favor and stop being such a loud, clumsy cow.”

“I’m sorry,” muttered Kelly, a token offering which received an eye roll from her employer. 

“Pathetic. You can’t even apologize properly.”

“I’m sorry, Ariel. I’ll be quieter next time. I know how important it is to not distract you. I just-umm… well… y-you wanted your lunch s-so I b-brough-“

“Stop stammering, you oaf. It’s annoying.”

“S-sor. Sorry.”

Kelly did her best to stand resolutely, even stomping her foot to steady herself, but all that did was make her belly bounce. 

Ariel eyed Kelly’s belly and the way the pudge pressed against the buttons of her blouse and rolled over the waistband of her slacks, slacks that were rather tightly stretched across her meaty thighs and broad butt. There was a lot of Kelly to take in at the moment (even if it was a fair bit less than there was just a month before) but Ariel’s eyes focused on that pesky belly. 

“Your pot belly is still there I see.”

“Y-yes,” stammered Kelly as her hands tentatively touched her most sensitive area. She couldn’t help but cringe as her fingers pressed against softness that she could never quite get rid of. The softness of her response, paired with the softness of her body, drew Ariel to continue her attack. 

She was never one to let a moment of weakness slip by unnoticed. 

“You haven’t bothered trying that juice cleanse I recommended.”

“I have. I have! In fact, I’ve lost a few pounds.”

“Not enough,” responded Ariel curtly as she sunk her index finger into Kelly’s flabby abdomen. 

“You should be ashamed of yourself.”

“I am.”

Unsatisfied with the answer, Kelly twisted her finger and slid her thumb underneath Kelly’s chubby belly roll in order to give it a hard pinch, which Kelly simply took. She was well used to this kind of prodding.

“You have to diet too, you know. A juice cleanse isn’t a miracle worker. You have to actually try to look good, Kelly Belly.”

“You’re right.”

Ariel smiled as she brought her cigarette to her lips. She briefly let go of Kelly’s belly and ran her hand along her own trim tummy as a means of drawing the comparison between the two. She blew a smoke ring practically right in Kelly’s face and then once again fiercely grabbed Kelly’s belly fat. She leaned in with a sneer on her face.

“Of course I’m right,” said Ariel as she lifted Kelly’s belly up and down, giving it a nice shake before letting it go and letting it settle once again. 

“You’ve got quite the jiggle there.”

“I know.”

“So do something about it.”

“I am.”

“Not enough, piglet,” snarked Ariel as she turned her attention to her lunch. 

That lunch consisted of a bacon double cheeseburger with sautéed mushrooms and avocado added to it along with a large order of sweet potato fries and an order of onion rings along with a small apple pie and a large Diet Coke. It was to many an unmitigated feast. 

It was an almost ritualistic thing for Ariel, not a habit, but certainly something she enjoyed busting out on occasion. 

On days like this, Ariel loved big meals and not even because she had any kind of special affinity for food. She loved the act of eating big meals because it was another display of power. Her gifted metabolism meant that this meal was going nowhere. For her there was no “moment on the lips lifetime on the hips”. With Ariel there was just a continuous parade of feasts and a perfect figure maintained with less than zero effort. Meanwhile, people like Kelly looked a fast food and gained several pounds. 

That’s why Ariel was eating such an elaborate meal in front of her assistant. She didn’t have an appetite for food as much of an appetite for control and humiliation. It wasn’t for sustenance. It was another one of her tools for subjugation. 

And Kelly was practically drooling as she eyed Ariel’s food much to the slim and sexy model’s delight. 

“Jealous, piglet?”

Kelly just swallowed and hung her head in shame, but even though the start of Kelly’s double chin obscured some of her neck, Ariel was still poised to go for the jugular. 

“Of course you are. You’re probably dreaming about stuffing your face right now. You want this food, my food. You want to pig out but you can’t. You know you’re not me. You’re barely fitting those pants as it were. If you were to eat all of this, those seams would pop. You want to feel your greedy belly with fast food even though you know it’s just going to settle on that belly forever. This is why your hips are so wide and your thighs are so thick. You’re a greedy, gluttonous piece of pudge. And you wish you had my metabolism.”

Ariel popped a handful of fries into her mouth and in a very unladylike manner talked with her mouthful. 

“This is nothing. I can eat all of this and more and suffer zero consequences. I’m blessed. It’s like I was chosen to have a perfect metabolism to go with my perfect figure. I’m gorgeous and always going to be gorgeous while you’re going to spend your whole life being a subservient loser constantly struggling with her weight and failing because you lack control. You’re weak. You’re pathetic, and that’s why you’re such a sloppy tub of lard.”

She moaned as she took a big bite of burger and let the juice ripple down her chin, catching it with a napkin before it could drip down into the canyon of her generous cleavage. She took a second large bite and then wiped her luscious lips with a second napkin. Then she offered the napkin to Kelly. 

“Want to clean up some of that drool you’re getting, fatty? I know you want this really badly, but your staring is embarrassing.”

Ariel chuckled to herself and then pushed a few more fries into her mouth before wiping the salt from her lips with her tongue. 

“This is sooooo good. I could eat this for three meals a day. Hell, I could eat it four times a day and it wouldn’t matter. My waistline would stay just the same.” Then she took her finger and spun an onion ring on it before tearing into the onion ring while looking directly into Kelly’s eyes. 

“This just really hits the spot. It’s just what I need after a long day of being a gorgeous and successful glamor model. I mean really, this whole spread, and I even get dessert. I’m such a lucky girl, a slim, sexy, lucky girl. Aren’t I? Don’t you wish you were me? You do. It’s okay. Everybody does.”

Slowly, Ariel reached for the container of fries and picked it up before holding it toward Kelly. She waved her hand back and forth making the fries jump around excitedly in the container. 

“Would you like one?”

Kelly’s eyes practically glazed over as she looked at the fries glistening in salt and oil. She was deaf to the rest of the world as the fries called to her. Their scent danced in her nostrils. Her mouth moved on its own as she imagined their taste. Without thinking, her arm slowly lifted itself as she reached out to grab one of the tasty morsel. 

And as soon as she did that, Ariel pulled the container away. 

“Well you can’t have one!”

Ariel let out a loud cackle. Then, in another display of dominance, she didn’t even bother using her other hand. She just opened wide and ate several of the fries straight out of the container. 

“I’m doing you a favor,” she said with her mouth still full. 

“Saving you from yourself really. I can afford to eat all of this. You can barely afford to look at it, tubs.”

With one hand, Ariel lifted the burger to her mouth and took another voracious bite of the juicy meal while picking up another fry with her other hand and waving it in front of Kelly like a judgmental magic wand.

“That look of awe on your face is appropriate. You should be jealous. Being jealous is the smartest thing you’ve done so far- not that there was a very high bar to pass for that. You recognize greatness. You recognize perfection. You recognize someone who is better than you could ever hope and dream to be. Here I am for you to marvel at, and you’re left with nothing but the crushing revelation that I get to sit here and enjoy an indulgent meal living my fabulous life with my exciting career, flocked by people who adore and worship me, with tons of money at my disposal to buy all the nicest things to keep my in luxury for all of my days while you’re stuck wallowing in your sad, pathetic, fat life. I’m everything. You’re a fat nothing, and that’s all it is and all it ever will be.”

With burger in hand, Ariel got up from her seat and waved her food under Kelly’s nose before gesturing down to her own impressive body.

“I’ve got everything I could ever want. I’ve got more money than I could ever need. I’ve got men wrapped around my finger. I get to spend my life enjoying endless parties and indulgent meals that I never had to pay for. I get to wear the sexiest outfits and look absolutely gorgeous in them, glamorous, elegant, phenomenal in every way. I get to do all these while heaving delicious meals like this, ones that are fattening to everyone else but me. And you’re a big fat loser who’s always going to be a big fat loser. The only thing that you can be sure about is that you’re going to get even fatter. I get to be perfect while eating like a pig, and you just look like one. You’re a pig for now and forever.”

Ariel laughed as she took another bite of her burger mere inches from Kelly’s face while looking her dead in her tear filled eyes.

“Oink. Oink. Piggy,” she said with a chuckle as she daintily sat back down in her seat.

Kelly’s blubbery belly shook as she practically doubled over while crying.

Ariel was merciless.

“And what are you going to do next? Quit on me? You’re going to just walk away. Bullshit. You can’t walk away. You need me. I’m your meal ticket, and you need a lot of meals, fatty. So you’re going to keep doing exactly what I say. When I say jump, you say how high. You’re going to be a good obedient little fat girl. You’ll run my errands. You’ll bring me my food. And if I want you to stand there and drool while I stuff myself with a big greasy feast and you watch and dream about being able to eat it without it sticking to your widening waistline, that’s what you’re going to do, piggy. That’s what you are, a piggy, my piggy, and if I ask you to oink you’ll do that too.”

Kelly’s sniveling sounded halfway to a snort. The tears flowed freely down Kelly’s chubby cheeks as she openly, and loudly, sobbed. The tears flowed freely down Kelly’s chubby cheeks as she openly, and loudly, sobbed. But there was no condolences to be found from Ariel, just a cold shoulder as she tucked back into her food.

“Now go ahead and cry somewhere else. It’s distracting me from my meal.”

There was a part of Kelly that was relieved that the tremendous tongue lashing she had just received seemed to be over, but she just couldn’t stop herself from crying. Kelly hung her head low and did as she was told. She shuffled out of the room and the sounds of her tears faded like a passing ambulance in the distance.

With no one to watch her now, Ariel was really able to eat like a pig. Part of her knew she shouldn’t. Kelly had already left. There was no need to show off anymore. But the food was here. It smelled delicious and tasted even better. Besides, her metabolism could easily handle it. It wasn’t like she was a tubby girl like Kelly cursed with a poor metabolism. She wasn’t going to make this thing a habit, not like a pig like Kelly or some of her friends. So yes, she would do what she always did, which was treat herself to exactly what she wanted. She dug right in.

Burgers were something of a weakness for Ariel. Of course, it was hard to say she really had a weakness at all. It’s not like the burgers ever did her any harm. She loved eating them. She loved getting big messy ones loaded with toppings, even though those were the kinds of burgers she would usually save just for eating at home. And thanks to her incredible metabolism, the burgers that bother most people never left a trace of fat on her. It was another reason she enjoyed eating them so much.

To say she ate with gusto would be an understatement. She absolutely attacked the burger. While still taking bites that were as large as or even larger than before, she ate more quickly, more recklessly. She was far too conscious of her dress to let anything ruin it, but she did break with her perfect posture to hunch over her vanity with her elbows up, and smatterings of sauce, burger meat, and assorted toppings did fall down onto the platter that it was served on. Whatever couldn’t be scooped up by a fry after the fact was quickly snatched up by her greedy fingers and stuffed into her mouth.

The rest of the fries went down in short order. Their salt coated Ariel’s tongue as she stuffed handful after handful into her mouth. She began to eat them using both hands, practically fighting herself to avoid attempting to shove two handfuls of fries into her mouth at the same time. And when she was out of fries, she switched to the onion rings. She tore into those, still somehow ravenous despite all of the food she had already consumed. 

The onion rings may have been Ariel’s favorite part even though she did know it meant she was due for a teeth brushing and an array of breath mints immediately after this extravagant meal was done. But that was a minor inconvenience for future Ariel. For now she just focused on the way the juicy onion rings danced on her tongue as she ate them. They were perfectly cooked with the right crisp and just the right amount of oiliness.  Eating onion rings made her feel bad in all the best of ways. They were a treasure that she savored as she ate one after another. It was like she couldn’t get enough even once they were finished, and even after she had already eaten so much. She felt like such a fatty, but she knew nobody else would ever even think of her in that way which brought a big smile to her grease stained face.

When the onion rings were gone, all that was left was the small handheld apple pie which she drew from its packing and held to her nose. She took a long deep sniff, absorbing the sweet smells of apple, cinnamon, and nutmeg. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan as her teeth sunk into the pies flaky crust. It was like biting into a piece of heaven. Ariel didn’t even care about the crumbs that decorated her cheeks as she greedily shoved the pie into her mouth and rapidly consumed it. There was a part of her that really felt like a greedy sloppy pig, but in a way that made it all the more thrilling. Nobody was watching her be naughty, so why should she judge herself? She was beyond judgment anyway.

If anything, Ariel’s only regret was that the apple pie didn’t come with a scoop or two of ice cream. Ariel loved ice cream, and the thought of some at this moment had her licking her lips. Sure, she should have been outrageously full, but there was always room for ice cream. She made a mental note to have Kelly order her some to go with whatever her next meal would be. It would be so fun to eat ice cream in front of the jealous Kelly.

A small groan escaped her grease covered lips as she leaned back in her chair and let out a small, satisfied burp. She wanted to rest her hands on her abundant food baby and give herself a much needed belly rub, but she thought of the dress and reached for some napkins instead. It was when she was wiping the evidence of her wanton feast off of her slender hands that she noticed it.

The Diet Coke.

She had taken a few sips of her beverage, but had largely ignored it in favor of the burger and its companions. Now it stood alone, the last mountain for her to climb. Did she need to finish it? No. Was it a bad idea to attempt such a feat after all she had already eaten? Yes. Her strained stomach was already on the borderline of being painfully full. But was she going to finish? She always did. She had a reputation to uphold, even if it was just for herself. Her pride was on the line.

With a steel gaze set on her challenge, Ariel picked up the Diet Coke and brought it to her face. She wrapped her lips around the straw and began to suck, and suck, and suck. Like an expert, like a champion, she sucked the Diet Coke down until she heard the satisfying sound of the air bubbling through the dregs of her drink. A proud sense of accomplishment filled Ariel almost as much as the feast that she had just consumed.

After sucking down the remains of her Diet Coke, she let the large cup drop to the floor (spilling the ice and creating another mess for Kelly to clean up later) and let out another burp. Unlike before, this one was absolutely massive. It was loud and unladylike and decorated with the smell of greasy burger meat and onions. And it was immediately followed by a second one, like an aftershock after eating such a greasy, calorie laden feast. Ariel was glad that nobody else was around to hear her outbursts, she was already a little bit ashamed of herself, not for all the food she had eaten, but for the unpleasant expulsions of gas. It was like her one true flaw in that moment. But at least the food had been delicious, so the minor embarrassment from burping was worth it.

Finally content, Ariel brought her hands down to rest on her big bloated belly. She could feel how hard it was, how packed full of food and fizzy soda still bubbling around inside her.

Ariel groaned as she pushed herself up from her seat and then waddled, thanks to the weight of her bloated belly, over to the full length mirror to see just what she had done to herself.

She looked like a pregnant lady with her belly pushed out and straining the seams of her custom fitted dress. It was comical the way her previously slim stomach now stuck out in front of her. The food baby that filled it now made it tight as a drum. Ariel even tested that comparison with a few taps of her fingers, something that elicited another burp thanks to all of the gas from the soda bubbling up inside her. With a groan, Ariel dug her fingers into her stomach to ease it with a bit of a massage, laughing while she did so.

“What a charmed life I lead,” was the thought that ran through her head as her hands massaged her belly.

Slowly, she peeled off the dress, revealing her near perfect body with its one flaw being the now exaggeratedly bloated belly that she temporarily possessed. It didn’t even stick out past her generous boobs, but it still protruded quite a bit almost like a real pot belly. To remind herself of just how hot she was, Ariel turned so she could admire the reflection of her perfect perky ass which was of course untouched by all the food she had just eaten. Then she turned back around and rubbed her hands over her bloated belly as she let loose another big burp. She cradled her burger gut as she fished around for some silk pajamas. 

The silk pajamas were both gorgeous and luxuriously comfortable, perfect for someone of Ariel’s high status and standards. She loved admiring herself in the mirror looking as perfect in these pajamas as she did in everything else.

Then-

For a moment, she blinked and her reflection was entirely different.

For a moment she looked in the mirror and what was staring back at her was an absolutely obese hog of a woman, a rather rotund Ariel wearing food stained silk pajamas with her fat spilling out of them. The seams along her thighs had split to make room for her saddlebags. The sheer size of her globular gut and meaty love handles created a mighty muffin top of fat that spilled over the overtaxed waistband of her pajamas. But it wasn’t just that. The fat of her blubber belly also oozed through the gaps between buttons that her girthy gut had also caused. And not all of the buttons were there either. Some had clearly been blown off. Ariel’s face was fat and piggish, covered in food.

What was even worse, was that this big lumbering slob of an Ariel still had hunger in her eyes. She looked absolutely desperate for more food. She was a pathetic, helpless fatty. Looking in the mirror, Ariel could almost hear the rumbling of ceaseless hunger coming from her fat reflection. She could practically hear the pig that she was looking at oinking. This version of Ariel was so clearly a fat figure deserving of mockery.

Ariel might not have been a die-hard gym rat, but she was still somewhat active (if you considered flaunting her body on the beach sunbathing and going out clubbing in expensive, and tiny, designer dresses being active.) She sometimes went for walks when she wasn’t ordering around Kelly to just get her stuff for her. This version of her, this ghastly, grotesquely obese reflection, looked like a lifelong couch potato, a hog who did nothing but stuff her face day in and day out. She was disgusting in every way imaginable to Ariel. This reflection of her was her worst nightmare. It was everything she had ever laughed at and hated and more.

It should have been horrifying. Instead it just made her laugh as she shook her head and her reflection turned back to normal.

“It’s funny,” she said, this time thinking out loud. 

She looked back down at her food baby, back to her normal reflection, and then back down to her bloated stomach once again as she probed it with her hands.

“If people saw me like this it might be embarrassing. What a bad, bad, naughty little piglet they’d call me. They’d think I was a nasty little slob, a hot woman who had lost total control and was on her way to being a complete fatty. But they’ll never see my little food baby, my naughty little secret. I’ll just take a nap and this will all be gone. I might even treat myself to a milkshake later to celebrate. I’m perfect. Everything is perfect.”

But things would not be perfect forever. 

Tired from her feasting, Ariel drifted off into a pleasant nap. 

Later that night, an anxiously sleeping Kelly would dream of revenge. 

In her dream, Kelly was thin. Gone was the pot belly that had plagued her, the thick thunder thighs that were starting to rub together when she walked and the wide hips and broad backside that occasionally knocked things over when she wasn’t careful. Kelly was as slim and sexy as she was back when she was an eighteen year old cheerleader during her senior year of high school before her metabolism crashed, before she began her journey as a hopeless yo-yo dieter destined to be stepped on by others.

Back then Kelly’s life had felt full of so much promise. She was the one destined to conquer and control others, that was until her waistline widened, her pants ripped and her confidence cracked. After that it was all downhill, a spiral that led her to being Ariel’s dedicated yet abused toady. It was a bitter pill to swallow every day knowing that at one point she seemed on track to have a life so close to Ariel’s, and now she was just working for her as a fat underling.

But none of that mirror in the dream. In the dream she didn’t have a pot belly that bounced in front of her. She didn’t struggle with breasts that gave her back problems or the start of a double chin that always seemed to make itself known anytime someone was taking a candid picture of her. In the dream she was perfect.

The same could not be said for Ariel.

In the dream, things were quite reversed. Whereas Kelly had been the fat one, the pudgy and pouting assistant, and Ariel had been the slim, sexy and confident model, now the shoe was on the other fat foot. For every pound Kelly had lost, Ariel had gained it and then some.

Ariel’s previously flat tummy, was now a thick bulging pot belly with a generous roll of fat that hung over the waistband of her pants. Her unearned abs, once the ultimate symbol of her privilege, something she possessed without any effort or discipline were now gone. Her spongy stomach, no longer trim and taut, now looked like it deserved too. Her gut was globular, a sack of fat that pushed against the buttons of the blouse that she was wearing and oozed through the gaps that it created. Her trim waistline had widened out considerably thanks to the appearance of two thick love handles that hung like fatty slabs of meat from her side. The girth of her gut and love handles together forced the bottom of the blouse to rise up and expose her flabby flesh to the world. The lower roll of Ariel’s belly was clearly visible as it spilled out from underneath her blouse stretch marks and all. She sported a prominent pot belly that proudly introduced itself as it jiggled in front of her. Even the slightest bit of movement made her tubby tummy wobble like jello.

The breasts that Ariel had been so proud of had grown as well of course. But they were greatly outpaced by her blubbery belly. Her breasts were now massive mounds of flabby flesh that sagged downward onto the shelf of her globular gut. They were sacks of stretch mark covered fat that swung like pendulums when she walked. The flesh quivered with the slightest of movements, and her boobs put a massive amount of strain on the buttons of her blouse which gave a great view of her canyon of cleavage as a result. Her boobs had quite a lot of bounce in them. But she could never be proud of their size again thanks to the prodigious girth of her pot belly. Now all they could do was put strain on her fat back, a back that was also covered in rolls just like the rest of her flabby body.

Her previously toned thighs had thickened as well. They no longer gave Ariel the look of an athlete. Rather, they were weak looking thighs thickened by soft, lumpy flesh. Her thunder thighs had a cottage cheese like quality thanks to the cellulite that ravaged her once lean legs. These were the thighs she deserved. Ariel certainly hadn’t earned her muscular thighs by working out. They were an unfair advantage gifted to her by a cruel and uncaring universe, a privilege that had spoiled her rotten. These flabby thunder thighs that she was now sporting fit much better with the lazy and indulgent lifestyle she had treated herself too for far too long. These were the kind of thighs that stretched the seams of pants to the limit with their sloppy saddlebags. Her thick thighs shook, and the fat slapped together with each ponderous step. 

The fat in her legs dripped downward, and it was not just her thighs that had gotten swollen with fat. Even her calves and ankles had grown to the point where a future filled with cankles was clear and imminent. Her feet had grown fatter as well and were no longer suitable for being showcased in stilettos thanks to her plump sausage toes. Her fatter, wider feet were not confined to more comfortable and significantly less fashion forward footwear that better fit someone with her fatter figure. They were big and bloated just like the rest of her.

Ariel’s ass had also grown to the point of being the kind of broad swinging shelf of fat that was more than capable of knocking things off of tables. Each of her previously toned cheeks with their unearned perkiness had been replaced by sloshing sacks of sagging fat. Her butt had ballooned with each of her chunky cheeks covered in cellulite and full of the flabby fat that had turned her perfect posterior into a doughy dumper. Her bloated blubber butt was a clear point of humiliation as it fought to pop out of the back of her overtaxed pants. Once she had the appropriately head turning ass of a popular and successful model. Now she had a wide load ass with the sag of a broken down mack truck. Nobody could possibly mistake her for an athlete with the ass of a lifelong couch potato. Her globular glutes far better suited her situation than the toned and beautifully round rump that she had lucked herself into. 

In the same vein of her blubbery butt and her lumpy legs, Ariel’s arms had also fallen victim to her indulgent lifestyle and now lacked any signs of being lithe or muscular. They were flabby limbs with wobbling bingo wings. The fat that had lumped itself onto her previously toned biceps now threatened to roll over her elbows. They were soft as marshmallows and sagged like overused pillows. Even her wrists had grown thicker with fat, and her arms now culminated with chubby hands that had sausage fingers to match her sausage toes. They were the hands of a greedy fatty, everything that Ariel actually was. She looked like the kind of person whose chubby fingers were constantly groping for food, snatching up french fries and tearing off slices of pizza on her way to working through an entire pie. There was nothing delicate about her anymore. They were not model arms. The only people who would want to take pictures of them were fat fetishests eager to enjoy Ariel’s downfall. Her fat, weak arms with her blubbery bingo wings would be perfect for them. They were the arms of someone who spent her days greedily stuffing her face.

That face had seen better days. The face of a model was gone and had been replaced by one more akin to a pig. Every part of her once flawless face was covered in bloated, greasy fat. Her previously high cheekbones had disappeared under layers of fat that made her cheeks chubby and gave her jiggly jowls. Her previously defined jawline was gone as well, lost to the swelling of a doughy double chin that drooped downward and covered a sizable portion of her thickened neck. Even her forehead seemed to have gained a bit of added fat giving her a much duller look. Her nose had grown wider and developed a far more bulbous nature that truly contributed to her piggish nature. Her eyes added to that as well. Thanks to the chunky nature of her cheeks, her bloated face with its greasy skin made her eyes look beady. But her eyes had changed far more than that.

Ariel looked lost. Her eyes betrayed her lack of confidence. It was clear that behind them she lacked the same cunning and intelligence she had once possessed. Now she had the eyes of a submissive loser.

She had the eyes of someone who was afraid.

Kelly loved it.

She thought back to every cruel word Ariel had ever said to her, every judgmental glare, every humiliating errand she was forced to perform. She remembered all the times that Ariel made her look at her, made her practically worship her body. Kelly remembered all the times that Ariel went out of her way to flaunt her figure and stuff her face in front of her just to make her jealous. Most importantly, she remembered the feeling of every time Ariel ever touched her fat, every poke, slap, pinch and jiggle.

Now it was her turn to walk around Ariel, to be the shark circling its prey. She was salivating at the thoughts of what she could do to her former boss now that she was the one in control, now that she was the slim and sexy one and Ariel was reduced to the doughy, dumpy assistant.

She started with a flick of Ariel’s flabby belly.

“Not exactly in tip top shape, are we?”

Then she gleefully pinched Ariel’s love handles.

“Someone’s looking mighty hefty here.”

Kelly’s hand danced along the fat rolls of Ariel’s lower back and then slid downward until it cupped one of the chunky cheeks that made up her well cushioned ass. Her hand was like a scale as she weighed the full mass of the flabby ass cheek. She felt the fat ooze through her fingers which brushed against her cellulite. She lifted her hand up and down, sizing the fat girl’s fat ass out and and watching as the movement made the rest of Ariel’s flabby body undulate in time.

“Yup. Definitely a lot of heft, a lot of weight, a lot of FAT. You’ve got one fat ass here, Wide Load. Some real chunky cheeks, a nice doughy dumper.”

She kept massaging Ariel’s ass cheeks. Her little scale game was her favorite. She kept playing with them like her hands were scales that just wouldn’t balance like her ass was lumpy and lopsided with fat. She loved the feel of the softness, the way the fat squished between her fingers. She loved the feeling of that fat ass, and the smell of Kelly’s fear as she played with her blubbery cheeks.

It made her moan.

Kelly suddenly let go of the blubber butt cheek and let it bounce. Then, after it had jiggled enough and settled back into place, she gave Ariel a hard spank causing her piggy to squeal and the fat to fly all over again. She couldn’t get enough of it. She loved the sound her hands made as they slapped the flabby flesh of Ariel’s ass cheeks. She loved the way they bounced with each spank, and so she did it over and over and over again. It wasn’t just that Areil’s butt was so bloated and perfect for spanking and playing with. An even bigger thrill came from the fact that she was powerless and unable to stop Kelly from doing whatever she wanted.

And she wanted so much.

SPANK!

“Suey! You really should be ashamed of yourself, letting yourself go like this. You just couldn’t stop stuffing your greedy face, could you? Had to have that double cheeseburger. Had to have fries AND onion rings. Who does that? A greedy glutton, a pig. That’s what you are now, a big fat pig. You’re the disgusting one. You’re the blubbery one. You’re the fatty, Fatso.”

Her hand poked and flicked at the folds of fat on Ariel’s back as it worked its way back to her blubbery belly. Then her hand sunk into the saggy flesh as she gave Ariel’s gooey gut and harsh squeeze.

“Look at this gut! Look at this! This is what you get for stuffing your face constantly with fattening food, thinking you could get away with it unlike the rest of us. This is the price of being so greedy, a big fat pot belly. Eat like a pig and look like a pot-bellied pig, you sloppy sow. You wanted this. You wanted to gorge yourself, to eat like an absolute hog. Well, here you are, piggy. Happy now? Or just hungry?”

Kelly dug in with both hands. Her fingers squeezed harder as the fat oozed through her excited fingers. She began to heave the heavy belly up and down. As the sack of fat shook, so did the rest of Ariel’s fat body. Her breasts swung from side to side. Her flabby thunder thighs and fat ass cheeks flopped about and clapped together. Her arm fat quivered and even her fat face with her jiggly jowls and doughy double chin wobbled.

“You deserve this, Butterball. You deserve to be this fat fucking pig. You deserve to be lugging around all this blubber. Hell, lugging your fat body around now is more of a workout than you ever got before. Too bad for you that it’ll all be worthless because you can’t stop stuffing your face. All the food you ate, all the bad karma you racked up, all the lack of actual effort that you failed to put in because you happened to be a genetic freak who hit the lottery, it’s all coming back to bite you in your big fat ass, and I’m glad. I love seeing you like this. This is exactly what you were meant to be, fat and miserable, a big blubbery baby, a fat loser. This- This is what you’ve actually earned!”

Kelly let all of her frustrations out on Ariel’s fattened body as she continued to shake it. 

“You’re a pig. You’re a pig! You’re a big fat greedy pig! And I want to hear you act like one. So pink for me, piggy. Oink. Oink!”

There was no hesitation on Ariel’s part. The submissive fatty had no will to do anything but what she was told just like the good little fat girl that she was. 

“Oink. Oink,” she practically whispered. 

“Louder!”

“Oink! Oink!” she snorted in fear. 

Ariel tried to protest, but her words were just more helpless squeals. She tried to run away, but her gait was nothing more than a slow ponderous waddle, and Kelly was quick to catch up.

“I didn’t say I was done with you, Piggy. Oink some more. Oink some more.”

“Oink! Oink!” Ariel kept doing as she was told, her eyes wide with fear and helplessness as Kelly’s hands went back to probing her body, pinching her fat, jiggling it.

Kelly pressed herself up against Ariel, practically rubbed herself all over Ariel’s fat flabby body as if she was a cat. She purred with delight as she enjoyed her revenge. Ariel’s oinking was like music to her ears

And as Kelly finally rolled over and settled into a good night’s sleep, she did so with a smile on her face, hoping for a future that was still a long way off. 

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