"Playboy Bunny/Chubby Bunny": Prologue

Here it is, the traditionally tangentially related prologue. It's over 1,500 words, and I really enjoyed writing it. The rest of this story will hopefully come tomorrow.

Enjoy!

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The bloated Oktoberfest beer maiden had a big blubbery belly and the boobs to match. Gwen watched them bounce up and down as she tried to plead her case, just like so many before her, begging to be free of the cursed costume she had just purchased.

After all, when she walked into Katrina’s Costume Closet, she had been curvy for sure, but nowhere near this CURVY. These curves were enormous. Karmic realignment had done a real number on her. Whereas she was used to calling other women cows, she now had a really heavy set of udders all to herself. Her breasts had always been of admirable size, but now those tits were titanic.

The beautiful blonde had boobs that were practically bursting out of the top of her costume. Her breasts were big supple pillows of quivering flesh. They jiggled with even the slightest movement, and though they also sagged heavily, the sheer amount of fat that filled them also meant that they jutted out over her tummy like a massive mammary shelf.

And that tummy was more than pulling its own weight. It was a huge apron of fat that stuck out at the same time like a heavily inflated spare tire. It was a sack of gluttonous fat, a gelatinous gut that made her look like the epitome of a greedy pig. Her big bloated blubbery belly pushed the boundaries of her costume to their limits. Her big belly and matching handles were very appropriate for her Oktoberfest beer maiden costume. When she came in, she had been sporting a six pack, and now she was leaving with a keg.

She felt the need to reach down and explore it.

It was this incredible expanse of flesh, and to try to take it all in was a Herculean effort. Her chubby hands were too small to contain all of that blubber, and no matter how she tried to grasp it, she could feel the fat oozing through her fingers.

She could feel the way her massive belly and titanic tits were working to pull her forward. The fat surged and sagged in such a way that she was fighting with gravity in an effort to not land on all fours and get stuck crawling on her fat hands and knees. She could tell by the sheer size of her blubbery gut, the way she had to really stretch out her fat flabby arms to get all the way around it and the heft that she felt as she cradled the wobbling sack of fat in her chubby hands, that if she got down on all fours her gut would be dragging against the ground. She shuddered at that thought, and her shudder sent her whole fat body quivering. Lots of fat began to undulate, and the seams of the costume groaned.

Luckily for her, a large portion of her fat had settled in such a way as to provide her with a sizable counterweight and keep her up on her fat feet. The counterweight was the saggy shelf of an ass that she had developed. Her lumpy lard ass was covered in stretch marks and cellulite and hanging out from under her skirt. She had two ginormous glutes, chunky cheeks filled with fat that sagged heavily onto the back of her thighs.

Before those thighs had been thicc, but now they were THICK. They were two huge thunder thighs covered in cellulite just like her chunky cheeks. Her bloated tree trunk like thighs had become smother with buttery fat. What were once toned limbs tight with muscles were now weak with layers of sagging flab. The flesh on her thighs was so bountiful that it spilled over her fat, dimpled knees. Her legs were now swollen with fat all the way down including thick cankles and fat feet with sausage toes.

Her sausage toes down below were mirrored by her sausage fingers which made up a large part of her chubby hands. Those chubby hands were attached to flabby arms. Her arms were in fact the one thing about her that were deceptively muscular. They were now quite well suited for heaving about heavy mugs of beer, but all that muscle was buried under plenty of flabby tissue. It was as if her muscles were being protected by thick cushiony pillows of fat wrapped around them. She was gifted with a set of billowy bingo wings that burst out of the sleeves of her Bavarian themed costume.

Of course, her face had grown fat as well. She now had big chubby chipmunk cheeks that rounded out her face and were beginning to droop into jiggly jowls. Her chin now had a thick doughy friend that wobbled with the slightest movement of her head. Every part of her face had grown swollen with fat, including her nose which now had more of a flare to it. Overall, she looked quite piggish which was appropriate given the way she now wore her hair in elaborate pig tails.

She was a great big ball of fat, a blubbery blob lumbering about on lard filled legs that could barely hold her up. She felt like a total pig, a cow, a whale, any number of the cruel names she had once subjected others to when she was much slimmer. Any sign of her athleticism was gone and she was stuck there, a sweaty butterball growing exhausted just from standing at the counter, a counter that was creaking quite a bit as she was leaning heavily on it.

Her fat arms rested atop the counter, and her big breasts sagged downward until the joined them. Her globular gut hung heavily and pressed against the side of the counter all the way down until the lower roll of her double belly just kind of sagged and hung uselessly.

“Miss, if you wouldn’t mind. This is glass,” said Gwendolyyn to the obese Bavarian beer maid. 

These words brought the big woman back to seeing the bigger picture, and she pushed herself up. Once again the counter groaned under her immense weight. Her belly kept swaying furiously even as she got herself to and standing position and the rest of her stopped moving. It was so humiliatingly annoying, that instead of waiting for her gut to settle on its own, the woman reached down low and grabbed hold of her flab with both chubby hands to stop it from jiggling any further. After the flesh of her flabby arms finally stopped quivering, the fat woman was sad but still.

“P-please. Is there anything you could do?” asked the sad, spherical woman.

“Nope. All sales are final and so are the karmic punishments, and judging by your size… you must have really done some bad stuff to deserve all this. Perhaps you should have thought of that before being such a vain, cruel, skinny bitch.”

Gwendolyyn’s statement was particularly cold as she rested her hands on her own boney hips. 

The woman hung her fat head, inflating her extra chins, and slowly turned to waddle out of the store. She could feel herself sweating more and more with each slow, ponderous, plodding step. With every motion her every flabby inch of her massively obese body shook. She was a sobbing quivering mess, and as she finally reached the door, she ran into a big fat wall.

That wall of blubber was wide and winded Mathilde making her way back to the store after her own eventful party.*

The two incredibly fat women bounced off of each other after their bellies and breasts collided. For a moment their fat smashed together before they were thrown back by their flab. The two obese women barely remained on their feet, which was lucky for Gwendolyyn because she was not looking to help two fat turtles off their backs.

“Sorry,” muttered Mathilde.

After she recovered from her shock and embarrassment, the obese Oktoberfest beer maid simply regarded Mathilde with a chins wobbling nod and slowly squeezed her fat body through the door and waddled off into the night and her new far fatter life.

“Rude. She didn’t even apologize,” said Mathilde in a huff.

“And that’s why she’s so fat. Wants to beg me to change her back and can’t even acknowledge she’s ever done anything wrong. People have some nerve.”

“Tell me about it.”

With the now fat customer gone, Gwendolyyn had the opportunity to really look at Mathilde and drink in her many changes. Mathilde’s gut was completely bare and there was far more flesh on it than there had been when she left earlier in the evening. Gwen couldn’t help but bite her lower lip.

“What happened to you?”

“It’s a long story,” huffed Mathilde.

And then she saw the way Gwendolyyn’s fingers curled around the countertop.

“And I’m happy to tell you all about it.”

“Sure, just let me close up.”

But before she could do that, the bell rang signaling the arrival of two new customers.

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