"Fattening the Naughty and the Nice"

Ho! Ho! Ho! Here's a holiday themed story for you all. Today also marks the one year anniversary of this patreon, so thank you to all of you who have been here for this ride. More news to come!

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Cecilia was a spritely woman, short in stature and slender in frame, and the sugar cookie that she bit into quickly changed that.

The sugar crystals danced along her tongue as she bit into the cookie and savored its pleasure. That pleasure slid down her throat as a warm tingling sensation that filled her entire body from head down to her toes, toes that soon began to plump up every so slightly. Her perfect ballerina feet began to plump up, the first part of her to stop looking so petite as the pounds began to pile on.

Her feet had been delicate, dainty even, perfect feet for a spritely woman such as her to be strutting and springing about on. But as she took another bite of her sugar cookie, she began to look a lot more grounded as her feet continued to grow, and the fat that filled them soon worked its way up into her ankles which began to swell. Cecilia didn’t quite get to the point of developing cankles, but anyone looking at the size and shape of her lower legs would not be laughed at for making the prediction that cankles were a strong possibility in her future. Of course, the evidence in the argument for cankles continued to build as her thighs started to thicken.

Those thighs had been like twigs. While they technically had muscle tone, that tone was mostly an illusion created by the fact that her legs lacked much in the way of real weight at all. And that was swiftly changing with each new nibble of the sugar cookie. Cecilia’s thighs quickly lost any muscle tone they appeared to have as they grew plumper with each new found. The flesh gave way to fat and began to quiver as it filled her up. Her new thunder thighs trembled with fat that slapped together and became dimpled with cellulite. The springiness of her legs was replaced by the sponginess of the flesh that now took over her thighs, and the only spring was the way her flab could be pressed into and then spring back into shape.

Cecilia’s small pert butt cheeks became more generous in size and then unrecognizable from the tight cheeks they once were. By the time she finished the first sugar cookie and started on a second, her butt cheeks were incredibly flabby, soft and saggy and resting on her fatter thighs. Just like her thighs, her butt cheeks became dimpled with cellulite, and her thighs and butt grew so much that her leggings were stretched thin and sheer enough to show off those dimples. Her butt quivered with every little motion, bobbing with a mind of its own. Her blubbery buns kept bouncing as she began to eat sugar cookies with even greater speed and her body grew accordingly.

She walked into the store with an incredibly trim waist, something that couldn’t survive the pounds that were piling on. Her waist began to bow outward. Cecilia’s stomach had once had the appearance of tone, a flatness due to lack of eating. And now, as she stuffed more cookies into her face, the crumbs falling like snowflakes to the floor, she found the trim tummy of hers to be rounding out, bulging forward, jiggling as it grew. At its sides rose, like two loaves of bread, doughy love handles to compliment her pudgy pot belly and complete the muffin top that she had grown. There was no sign of thinness to be had, just a very pinchable pot belly, a jiggling little gut greedy for more cookies.

And as those cookies kept finding their way into Cecila’s mouth, she kept growing chubbier.

The fat moved upward into her previously fat chest which soon grew into a bountiful bosom that graciously filled out her top, a zip hoodie that began to unzip to reveal a generous amount of cleavage. The flesh of her breasts quivered as they continued to grow becoming soft pillows that surged outward and then started to sag down toward her chubby tummy. Her tubby tummy, which was still growing, pushed out in such a way that it also forced the bottom of her zip hoodie to ride upward and reveal her chubby muffin top to the world. Her adorably pudgy belly was exposed almost to the belly button as her stomach grew spongier and started to gently sag over the waistband of her leggings.

Fat filled her arms as well. She never really had biceps, but now she definitely had bingo wings as her arms grew fat enough to fill the sleeves of her zip hoodie and make them look like well stuffed pillow cases. Her arms were redundantly soft, and even her hands, which were still desperately and hungrily snatching up sugar cookies, were now chubby. Her fingers were close to being chubby little sausages, and they were thoroughly coated into sugar from the cookies she just kept eating.

As she ate those cookies, her face began to fatten. With each bite, her cheeks grew a little chubbier. At first it wasn’t clear how much was just a result of cookies being crammed into them, but it became clear soon enough that her cheeks were getting softer, fatter. Her entire face was rounding out bite by bite. Her chubby cheeks developed deep dimples and jiggly jowls along with a plump doughy double chin that wobbled about as she chewed. She looked so happy, so positively content with her plump moon-face as she continued to chow down, eating cookie after cookie and only stopping to occasionally lick some of the sugar off of her fingers before going back for more.

The petite girl was gone now. Cecilia was still quite short which meant that the pounds made her look incredibly plump. She was a round little ball of fat jiggling as she nibbled away. Crumbs and sugar decorated her face and fell into her cleavage, and her chubby hands still kept moving, and her belly had a jolly jiggle to it like jello that grew more pronounced with every new cookie that added new pounds to her pot belly. Through it all she smiled because she had unleashed something deep inside herself and was now a truly happy little piglet.

Yakov smiled at Cecilia’s happiness. While most of his time was spent dealing out karmic comeuppance, his own way of doing good in this world, he sometimes forgot how nice it was to make people happier, especially during the holiday season. Perhaps the holidays were making Yakov soft. They certainly had done just that to Cecilia. 

He chuckled at his own joke as he watched Cecilia finish up her snack and put a few more cookies in a box for her all tied up with a fancy ribbon and everything. 

“Now what were you saying about your friends, Cecilia?”

“Oh, they’re not really my friends. I mean, I guess they’re my friends. I’ve known them since high school and now we’re in college and I guess we still kinda hang out together since we know each other. But they’re the real clique and I’m kinda a hanger on, especially since I’ve gained quite a bit of weight. Now I barely see them and when I do they just treat me like… well… I guess… I guess I’m just the fat friend.”

Yakov gave Cecilia a soft smile as he handed her the box of cookies.

“You’re so much more than that. And I’m sure you’ll be seeing a lot more of them after you share these delicious cookies with them. The holidays really do have a way of bringing people together. Just don’t let them get you down. Don’t give up on friendship.”

Cecilia smiled as she licked the last of the sugar from her chubby fingers.

“Yeah. I can keep being the bigger person.”

“For now,” Yakov said with a wink and half to himself as Cecilia was already turning to waddle out of the store.

Yakov admired the girl’s cheeriness.

In almost exact opposition to that cheeriness came waddling in an incredibly rotund ball of goth angst.

It was his cousin Mathilde.

Mathilde came wobbling through the door with her belly leading the way. The big blubbery belly sloshed in front of her, slapping onto her fat thighs with every labored step as she waddled into the store. The lower roll of her double belly spilled out from under the black top that she was wearing and over the waistband of her black leggings. Since that fateful Halloween party that turned her into this blubbery blob*, she had yet to figure out how to dress herself properly which was ironic seeing as she worked in a magical clothing store.

(*and you can see that transformation HERE.)

“My dear cousin, what brings you to my humble establishment?”

“I’m bored and on my lunch break.”

“I believe one of those things is true.”

“I’m bored and taking my second lunch break,” said Mathilde with her fingers tented as she salivated while looking at the various confections.

“That is much more believable.”

Mathilde continued to muse over the prospective treats that she might help herself to.

“Do you have anything here that’s not fattening?” she aksed as she rubbed her blubbery belly, absentmindedly massaging her lower roll.

“I run a confectionary, darling. Everything’s fattening.”

“I mean not magically fattening like those Halloween candies you gave me.”

“I warned you about those, and you were stupid enough to accidentally eat them.*”

(*Again, seen HERE.)

“Yes. And that’s why I’m being more careful.”

Yakov eyed the desserts and then picked out a small personal sized pumpkin pie.

“I haven’t enchanted this particular treat.”

Mathilde eagerly snatched the pie out of Yakov’s hands.

“Are you planning on paying for that?”

“Isn’t there a family discount?” asked Mathilde as she tried her best to play innocent. This was difficult to do because her heavy body, and most specifically her extremely fat hips and thighs made it difficult to get up onto the balls of her feet and swivel about in any kind of coquettish manner.

“Are you assuming that means free?”

“At least for your favorite cousin.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” said Yakov with a gently chastising shake of his head.

“I know.”

Mathilde pulled the pie out of its disposal tin and began cramming it into her mouth.

“Who was the fat chick I saw walking out of here?” she asked with her mouth full of pie and crumbs spilling down into her cleavage.

“I would call her chubby, and she was a woman I was helping out for the holidays.”

“Helping? Where’s the fun in that,” mumbled Mathilde as more crumbs sputtered from her mouth.

Those crumbs danced across her heavy chest, and Yakov couldn’t help but be amused by his formerly thin cousin’s current slobbishness.

“I know it’s not exactly your specialty, but sometimes it can be nice to actually help people instead of just punishing them.”

“Hey. We help people. We’ve done a few role reversal things. It’s been very kind, very helpful.”

“You of all people should know that helping doesn’t just mean making fat people thinner. That kind of thinking is very problematic.”

“Okay, don’t get heavy handed with me.”

“You’re right. Your hands are heavy enough.”

“Oooo see? There’s that cattiness I love,” laughed Mathilde before shoving the rest of the pie into her mouth and licking her fingers clean.

With her fingers clean, Mathilde couldn’t help but slide her fat hands back down to her big blubbery belly. Even though it had been several weeks, the thick lower roll still felt so alien to her. It was hard to believe now as she squeezed the fat that had been piled onto her incredibly obese body that she was once stereotypically slim. And as her eyes wandered around Yakov’s store and her mouth watered, she knew she would never be anywhere close to being slim again. Hell, she knew even her regular fat days were far behind her, and her behind was truly immense nowadays.

As Mathilde was playing with her belly fat and Yakov was tidying up another part of the store, the bell rang to signal a third person walking in. Unlike the usual customers that Yakov’s store tended to magically draw, this person was an older looking man. He was a tall gentleman in a bright red suit with white trim that showed off his slender but muscular frame. He looked like a late stage capitalist Santa Claus with a very full but well trimmed beard and slicked back white hair to match it. 

“Bonjour, Yakov! A pleasure to see you again, mon frere.”

“Pierre, you are early this year. It’s not even Thanksgiving.”

“A spirit of the holidays is never early and never late. He arrives exactly when he means to.”

“And with bungled Lord of the Rings references I see.”

“Yes. I have recently gotten into the extended editions.”

“You are very late to the party.”

“Well, I am an eternal entity and time has no meaning to me, so….”

Suddenly, Pierre’s eyes caught Mathilde’s.

“Ah, and who is this lovely lady?”

“This is my cousin, Mathilde. Be nice.”

“Of course,” said Pierre with a bow as he offered a hand to Mathilde.

“Enchanté. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Pierre Noel.”

Mathilde stared at the hand with a healthy amount of distrust.

“Like Père Noël?”

Pierre smiled and pulled at the lapels of his suit jacket.

“Qui qui. You can call me Daddy Christmas.”

“Eww. Nope. No. Never. Never say that to me again. Thank you.”

Yakov came around the counter again to intervene in the awkward situation, grandly shaking Pierre’s hand and then usher Mathilde to the side with an arm mostly around her wide waist.

“Pierre is an old friend who is here to help me out.”

“Is he really Santa Claus?” whispered Mathilde.

“No. In fact, I’m rather sure he’s some kind of demon. But he’s a useful fellow that I’d rather not get on the bad side of.”

Mathilde’s extra chins wobbled as she nodded and made her way back to Pierre.

“Charmed to meet!”

Pierre kissed the back of her chubby hand and then motioned toward the door.

“Now, let us get down to our usual business, yes.”

With a clap of his hands and a touch of his nose, the doorway to Yakov’s store shifted, gaining a remarkable amount of gold filigree that decorated the arch above his door, and at the top the new display culminated in two words written in fancy illuminated script. In green there was the word “Nice”, and in red there was the word “Naughty” with a golden arrow that sat between them.

“See?” asked Yakov to Mathilde as he gestured up to the new signage.

“Pierre’s enchantment will more easily allow me to sort out customers so that I can keep a steady flow coming during the busy season with minimal mishaps.”

“Are you sure he’s not the real Santa Claus?”

“Fairly certain. Of course… I’ve never met the real Santa Claus.”

Pierre smiled at his handiwork and then turned back to Yakov.

“And now, my payment if you please.”

“Certainly,” replied Yakov as he handed over two boxes that he had set aside for the occasion.

“Two order of Christmas cookies as per your usual.”

Mathilde watched the exchange quizzically as Pierre reached into the interior of his jacket and pulled out a large red satin sack which he proceeded to put the cookies into before stuffing the sack back into this interior jacket pocket.

“Why do you need Yakov’s Christmas cookies if you can do all of that?” she asked, motioning to both his jacket and the doorway.

Pierre grinned so wide that for the first time Mathilde could notice just how sharp his teeth were.

“My powers are seasonal, and Yakov’s confections help me have my fun while stretching things out a bit. And the second box is just because I love Christmas cookies. They are delicious.”

Pierre gave Yakov and Mathilde a friendly bow and a sinister smile.

“Now if you excuse me. I’m off to find my first victim for the season.”

“You mean vessel of karmic realignment?” asked Mathilde.

“No. Victim. But, sure. Call them what you wish to sleep at night.”

And with a wink of his eye and a tapping of the tip of his nose, Pierre turned and walked away, Christmas cookies in hand and eager to cause some mischief.

“He seems problematic,” said Mathilde.

“Yes,” agreed Yakov with a solemn nod of his head.

“That’s why I try to stay on his good side.”

Then they both went about their business while trying to pretend that their visit from Pierre Noel had never occurred.

It didn’t take Pierre long to find what he was looking for, or more specifically who he was looking for. It wasn’t that he was set on any one individual. No. It was a type he was looking for. Slim, sexy, vain, catty, ready for punishment. That’s what he wanted, to bring someone low, to replace their bloated ego with a bloated body.

It took just a wee bit of Christmas magic to peek into Claudia’s mind. That’s how Pierre got her name after all and a small look at her history, not that he needed it. He could already see by the way that she strutted around the mall shooting others judgmental glances while soaking in the appreciative looks her long lean body received, that she oozed an aura of vanity. Arrogance poured from her pores, and Pierre had the innate sense that she was on the naughty list.

But Pierre always liked to check twice.

And a little glance into Claudia’s past showed that she was indeed the kind of person Pierre was looking for, a person of great vanity and privileged who walked through the world like she owned it, the kind of person who didn’t just step on and over people to get what she wanted, but the kind of person who enjoyed doing so, who sought out opportunities to put down, degrade, and in every way possible make fun of others. She would call people names, spread nasty rumors, and even result to physical bullying when the times called for it. She was a despicable, skinny little grinch.

Pierre was going to give Claudia her just desserts.

He sauntered up to her unnoticed by the others all around him.

“Who are you?” she asked a bit surprised to see this bearded gentleman strolling up beside her.

“Not one for small talk.”

And with a snap of his fingers, the time around them seemed to stop, and Pierre produced from behind his back the nicely sized box.

“What is going on here?”

“I’m just spreading some holiday cheer.”

Another snap of the fingers, and Claudia’s outfit was changed from a pair of skinny jeans and a slim cut cardigan to a slutty Mrs. Claus dress that was cut well above her knees and showed off her cleavage quite nicely.

“You’re a very naughty girl,” whispered Pierre directly into her ear.

“Am I?” gasped Claudia. She was afraid but couldn’t help but quiver with a bit of forbidden interest in what might happen next.

“Oh yes, extremely. I’ve seen the way you’re walking around here.”

“I can’t help it. I’m better than all of these losers, so I get to be a little naughty. I love being mean.”

“Of course you do, and you deserved to be punished.”

He held up the cookies, now nicely on a plate and Claudia eyed them enthusiastically.

“Are you serious?”

“Absolutely. Go ahead. Indulge a little.”

The first cookie was shaped like a Christmas tree. It was delicious, and as she ate it she was unaware that her own figure was starting to widen out starting with her hips. That first cookie didn’t last very long, and the next was a frosted Frosty with royal icing that was sinfully delicious. The whole cookie was delightfully sweet and had a flavor that was both simple and decadent at the same time, and as she bit off a large piece of it, the cookie began to melt in her mouth. 

And her abs began to melt with it.

The slutty Mrs. Claus' outfit grew just a bit tighter at first bite of the cookie. Claudia felt the sugar slide down her throat and into her stomach, and that stomach started to slowly inch its way outward as it softened. With each new bite, her waistline widened further. What started out as a softer stomach became a tubby tummy paired with a newly minted set of love handles that started to strain the sides of the dress.

“Better be careful there, dear. You’re starting to get a bit of a belly. Might want to ease up on the snacks, you’re already starting to get a little tubby.”

But Claudia couldn’t stop. The cookie was too good, and as she continued her belly expanded even further as new pounds of fresh blubber found their way onto her previously trim frame. 

“That’s right. Keep eating like a good little piglet. Come on. You can’t get enough.”

Claudia knew Pierre was right. There was a part of her that tried to put the cookie down, but she just couldn’t. She kept taking bite after bite, and then once it was done she moved on to the next one, a bright green Christmas tree shaped cookie, and as she ate it her thighs really started to expand. They lost their tone and grew thick and flabby until she could feel them pressing together.

“Bye bye thigh gap, huh? Hello cellulite,” Pierre taunted as he gave her a pinch.

But Claudia just kept on eating. Her body rounded even further. It was like she was growing into a big fat sphere of blubbery. Her thighs thickened. Her gut grew in girth, and her backside grew broader while pushing outward as well. Her sexy outfit stretched to its limits and stayed on, but it also rode up further to expose the cellulite covered bottoms of Claudia’s blubber butt cheeks. Her breasts expanded further as well, becoming even more enormous and threatened to spill out of the top of her outfit. Her big blubbery breasts undulated with each new bite of a cookie.

Claudia’s face got comically round. Her angular facial features were completely obscured by fat. Her grew ridiculously chubby cheeks and a thick doughy double chin. Even her arms became flabby as she sprouted billowy bingo wings.

Her entire body started to wobble as Claudia kept eating cookie after cookie. Her obese body rocked back and forth and her breathing grew heavy. She was snorting like a pig as she ate perfectly content with sweet sugary treats that were continuously swelling her waistline. The dress she wore grew tighter. It rode higher. More of her flabby flesh was exposed.

Eventually, the weight became too much and the eager piggy rocked back and forth too far until she fell with her bare fat feet flying out in front of her and her big fat ass landing on the ground with a thud. She sat there, one strap of her dress now busted. Her dress shot up and let her big blubbery belly spilled out, completely exposed, onto her fat lap. The only part of the previously prim and proper woman that was still covered at all were her massive breasts since her dress now hung around them like a bra, but even then it was only hanging to her breasts because their sheer size stretched the material so much.

Claudia sat on the cold floor of the mall as the world slowly came back into focus. She had gone from a slim and sexy ice queen to a big blubbery pig, a completely exposed fat ass sitting there for people to come by and laugh at. She was stuck sitting there with a dopey look on her big fat face as she kept reach for a cookie that was no longer there.

What would happen to her?

Pierre didn’t care. There were more people in this mall to mess with, more naughty people to punish. So how would Claudia explain things to the world? How would her life as an obese blob go?

That was someone else’s problem. He was off to find his next victim.

He couldn’t resist walking up to her and giving her big blubbery belly one last squeeze though.

“You’re a fat girl now. So have a nice day, piggy. And enjoy life on the other side. Happy holidays, Fatso.”