"The Plump Princess in the Mirror"

Here is "The Plump Princess in the Mirror" formerly known as "Skinny Brat/Plump Princess". It comes out to almost 8,000 words and I had fun writing it.

Enjoy!

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As Gwen stared at the chubby vampiress who looked far more used to sucking down milkshakes than sucking blood, she couldn’t believe that this was the way her night was turning out.

Mathilde had taken off for the evening and it quickly turned into one of the store’s busiest nights. Already, Gwen had to see to two more bloated belly dancers, a woman she had sent of in a pirate costume whose booty was now growing to epic proportions - she was already waddling on the way out the door, a set of twins who became extremely bottom heavy bimbos in Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, and now this.

“What’s this?” demanded the panicked woman.

“You’re a chubby vampire now. You’re welcome.”

“B-But why?”

“I don’t know. Okay? It’s supposed to be a metaphor or something. You’ve been you know like a blood sucker or something, metaphorically so now your greed is manifest in the- Look we’re not obligated to come up with an elaborate story for all of these things. You made fun of fat girls. Now you’re a fat girl. People are going to be very mean to you. There’s your lesson. That’s the lesson. Take the lesson and get out.”

It was some lesson indeed. When the woman first walked into Katrina’s Costume Closet, she had been a slender vixen looking for a sexy vampire outfit that would do an excellent job of showing off her tight but generous curves. She was especially proud of her abs. Now, the would be Vampirella was sporting a pot belly that she was clearly ashamed of. Even as she talked with Gwendolyyn, her chubby hands would keep flying to her bulging belly to cover it up, but the moment that she touched the yielding flesh would cause her hands to fly away preferring to pretend that their wasn’t any bit of portly pudge there in the first place. Of course, all that movement just made her pot belly, and the rest of her softened body, quiver that much more.

The Vampiress costume was designed to be flashy and really flatter the right figure. Its shorts were cut much closer to underwear, and the top was a cropped top shaped in a deep v to really showcase the wearer’s breasts and abs, and when the woman had first tried the costume on it did just that. While she was looking in the mirror admiring her slim and sexy form, she was certain that she was absolutely going to turn heads at the Halloween party she was going to go to the next day. Now she felt like if she went there dressed like this she would be turning heads for all the reasons. They would be turning to gawk at her and then turning away to gossip all about her.

She could hear them now, talking about how much weight she had gained, calling her a pig, probably saying things like “She really let herself go” or “Someone’s been really enjoying her snacks.”

And the worst of it was that at the thought of the word snacks her tubby tummy rumbled, and she couldn’t help but touch her greedy little gut even though the softness of it repulsed her.

Yet, she couldn’t help but explore it, letting her fingers dance around and press into the pounds that had been piled onto her frame and confirming her new reality as she played with the pudge between her fingers.

That pudge had replaced hard earned abs, and the costume now shamelessly showcased her softness, the undeniable pot belly that bulged outward and unceremoniously plopped over the waistband of her shorts. Those shorts looked ridiculous now as well. The leg holes had been purposefully cut to give the shorts a v shape and showcase her well toned legs. Any sign of muscle was gone, replaced by pasty thigh fat. Her thunder thighs now jiggled with any sign of movement, and every time she shifted her weight or took a step, the fat slapped together. 

The shorts were thoroughly overtaxed by her blown up blubber butt as well. Her once very perky posterior was now composed of two chunky cellulite covered cheeks that were far less pert and far more saggy. The sheer size of her flabby blubber butt cheeks meant that each over padded cushion was spilling out of the shorts in all directions. They plopped out from the bottoms of the shorts and plumped up over the waistband of the shorts giving her a slight but permanent plumper’s crack.

The top was also strained by her breasts which had grown slightly in size but significantly in sag and now rested on the upper curve of her plush new potbelly. Everything about her was softer including her once muscular arms which were now nice and flabby, and her face which had grown significantly softer. Her delicate facial features were beginning to be lost as her face was now much more rounded with chubby cheeks and a hint of a double chin that became much more noticeable as she looked down to inspect the rest of her changes in frustration.

As she looked at herself, she couldn’t help but catch her reflection in the glass countertop, and the shock of seeing her double chin caused her to stagger backward, flabby flesh jiggling, and tilt her head upward in a vain attempt to hide what had happened to her. The suddenness of the motion merely succeeded in nearly having her boobs bounce out of the top and having her cute little pot belly jiggle like jello.

“She’s just so incredibly pinchable,” thought Gwendolyyn as the chubby vampire’s fat undulated in front of her, but then she managed to snap herself out of her little trance.

“Payment please.”

“What?” asked the confused vampire as her hands went back to her tummy to stop her jiggling midsection and soon found themselves once again nervously pinching and playing with the fat that had settled there.

“Payment please. We accept cash, card, or Apple Pay.”

“I have to pay? Isn’t this enough?” asked the vampire as she shook her belly in emphasis.

Gwen merely shrugged and adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose.

“Oh, this is the karmic payment for years of making fun of overweight people, yes. But now you still owe me sixty dollars.”

“Sixty dollars? That seems steep for a cursed costume.”

“That’s the curse of capitalism.”

The vampire pouted which made her pudgy double chin plainly visible.

“Do I really have to?”

“Please quit your whining and pay. I’m very busy tonight.”

The vampire looked around the empty store.

“But I’m the only one here.”

“You have no idea how magical costume shops work.”

As if on cue, the bell to the door rang and signaled the grand three rather haughty looking women who came strutting in high heels and designer clothes. Three! Gwen nearly blanched at the sight.

“Card. Now. Please.”

Reluctantly, the chubby vampire handed her card over and paid for the privilege of losing her hard earned hard body for this much softer, jigglier one. Then, with her original clothes still in a bag and the costume on and fully exposing her pudgy body, she turned and pumped into the three women. 

“Honey, are you really wearing that?”

“It’s not at all flattering for a woman of your… size.”

“And softness.”

The vampire tried to get away, but she found herself surrounded by three vultures ready to pick her apart.

Two younger women had entered the store, leading the way. They both looked to be in their early twenties and had the air of privileged party girls around them. Following closely behind was a strikingly beautiful woman, certainly older than the two of them but with a timeless quality about her. She was the kind of woman who could have been in her mid fifties but didn’t look a day over forty if that. She had a much clearer family resemblance to one of the women she was with, and if she was feeling particularly vain she may have been able to convince someone that she was an older sister, but as she entered the store she carried herself with the authority of a potentially domineering mother.

But it was the younger one who did not share the same family resemblance with the other two that took the lead with the insults. She carried herself with an extreme air of superiority. There was a special quality to it, one that Gwen could place as something that came from something more than just being beautiful and rich. There was a special kind of entitlement that came from being a-

“Birthday girl,” noted Gwen as her eyes squinted at the trio.

The only thing more privileged and annoying than a beautiful rich girl celebrating her birthday was a beautiful rich girl celebrating her bachelorette party. Luckily, Gwendolyyn could tell that the birthday girl and the rest of her trio were going to have a few more moments of going at the chubby vampire before Gwenn would have to deal with them.

The trio swarmed the poor chubby vampire, and their barbs came so fast and were so sharp, that she couldn’t tell exactly who was saying what and was just overwhelmed by their venom and her own anxiety.

“Seriously, being tubby is so tacky.”

“Especially in a garish outfit like that.”

“I get that there are curves, but you just don’t have them in the right places.”

“You want more hips than love handles, dear.”

“And that, gut. Gross.”

“I don’t know why you would want to show all that flab off.”

“But waddle off now, little piglet.”

“Enjoy your day, you greedy little oinker.”

As the trio finally grew bored with the formerly fit woman, the chunky vampire, with tears running down her chubby cheeks, was finally able to bolt from the store. The terrible trio got one last laugh out of the flabby girl as they watched her blubbery butt bounce and her thunder thighs slap together with each hurried step.

“I bet her belly wobbles as well,” laughed the birthday girl.

“Oh of course, every part of that little pot belly piglet is soft and wobbly,” laughed the matron.

“What a fatty!” howled the other one far louder than the first to and in a manner that drew their judgmental stares.

“Manners, Madeline,” chastised the woman’s mother.

And then all three turned to Gwendolyyn and she knew she was in for a handful.

“Good evening. We’re here for the best costumes you have, spare no expense.”

“I’ll certainly pull you our best items. Names for the order?”

“Tabatha, Madeline, Kayla,” said the older woman, gesturing to herself then her daughter and then the last woman who by now Gwendolyyn was sensing was a stepdaughter.

“Thank y-”

“Now let’s move things along. Time is money, and you’re wasting both. Chop. Chop,” clapped Tabatha.

“Yes. And make sure mine is the best. I simply have to be the best. I must be,” proclaimed Kayla.

“I’m sure you’ll look stunning as always, my dear,” said Tabatha in response with a reassuring pat to Kayla’s shoulder.

“I’m sure we’ll be able to find you some-”

“A princess. I have to be a princess. My boyfriend is going to be my Prince Charming. We’ve already worked that out.”

“You knew what you wanted and you’ve waited this long to get the costume?” teased Madeline a complete lack of self-awareness that she too was picking up a costume at the last minute.

“I haven’t had the time. I’ve been enjoying Evan too much,” taunted Kayla before turning back to Gwendolyyn.

“But anyway, I need a princess costume that is absolutely stunning. It’s my birthday tomorrow, plus I’m expecting my boyfriend Evan to propose at this party, and I’ll need to look extra gorgeous in all of the photos. I want to look so good in fact that Evan’s bitch of a sister will shit herself in jealousy.”

“Language!” barked Tabatha.

“Whatever. Point is. Princess costume. Now. Let’s go.”

“What if they don’t have it?”

“Then we’ll take our money elsewhere, darling. Someone will have what I need.”

“I’m sure we have exactly what you need,” said Gwendolyyn with a wry smile.

“I want to be a princess too then,” snapped Madeline.

“You can’t be a princess. I’m the only princess. You can be my lady-in-waiting or something.”

“That’s not fair. I don’t want to wait. I want to be a princess now.”

“Tabatha, tell Madeline I’m the only princess.”

Tabatha put a firm hand on Madeline’s shoulder while rolling her eyes at the sight of these two grown women bickering like children.

“Let Kayla be the princess dear. It’s her birthday and she should get to feel special. I’m sure we’ll find something lovely for you as well.”

“I have some period costumes that I think will look splendid.”

“Why would I want to dress a tampon?”

The room fell silent after Madeline’s question, and it stayed that way for a long moment until Tabatha gently cupped her hands to Madeline’s cheeks.

“Darling, I love you. But sometimes you’re a tremendous idiot.”

Shortly after that, Gwendolyyn was able to pull the costumes, and the ladies were able to try them on. Of course, they fit perfectly and the costumes were outstandingly glamorous. They were the kind of well poofed dresses complete with big hoop skirts and bustles that could have been Elizabethan or Victorian or French because most people can’t honestly tell the difference. The ladies were happy.

“You do look beautiful, Kayla,” said Madeline in defeat.

“I’m sure Evan will be very happy to see you.”

“Of course, and don’t worry. You can always enjoy Eric’s company. He’s always had a thing for you.”

“His fat loser brother? Ewww.”

Gwendolyyn was doubly happy as she admired her handiwork on the three women. With a princess, her stepmother and stepsister all dressed as nobility, it was rare that Gwen got to enjoy diving so deep into theming. And with a boyfriend as Prince Charming and even another rival in play… Gwen couldn’t help herself and went out of her way to do something she wouldn’t normally do.

“These are on the house,” she said as she outstretched her hands to Kayla.

She was holding a simple tube of lipstick and a fancy looking bracelet.

“Since you’re the birthday girl, you can consider it a gift.”

“Of course,” said Kayla, snatching at the presents.

“That lipstick will look wonderful on you, and the bracelet- well that’s actually more of a Halloween trick. Give it to someone you dislike.”

“What will it do?”

“You’ll see. Just trust me. Give it to someone you don’t like.”

Gwen then turned to Tabatha.

“That will be two hundred and twenty-two dollars each.”

“I don’t need to know the price dear, just take the card and ring us up so we can get out of this disgusting mall.”

Gwendolyyn was happy to do just that and see these three pretty and pesky women out of her hair.

“Happy Halloween,” she said with the same wry smile as earlier as she swiped the card and saw the terrible trio off.

Early the next day, Kayla and Madeline were sitting down to brunch with Kayla’s boyfriend Evan along with his sister Evangeline and his brother Eric. Eric was stuffing his face with pancakes stopping only to switch to shoving bacon into his mouth while the others were three mimosas deep each, and Evan sat with his muscular arm wrapped around Kayla’s trim waist and massaging her thigh.

“Where the hell is that fat useless waitress?” asked Evangeline.

“Calm down, Lin. I’m sure she’s waddling about here somewhere.”

“You two are so mean,” mumbled Eric through a mouthful of food.

“Jesus, bro. Slow down,” laughed Evan.

“Shut up.”

“They just like being mean. Let them have their fun,” said Madeline.

“You don’t need to defend us to your boyfriend,” laughed Kayla.

“He’s not my- you - I just- shut up!”

Lin and Kayla both laughed at the befuddled Madeline and at Eric who had actually dropped his fork and was now blushing.

Eager to change the subject, Evan gave his brother a soft punch to the gut.

“Did you pick up your prince costume, bro?”

“I’m going as Spider-Man, dude.” scoffed Eric.

“What?” barked Kayla with a shrill scream.

“Spider-Man. I told you this.”

“Eric we had a plan, you fat idiot,” snarled Evangeline.

“You’re going to ruin my party!” cried Kayla before taking a big sip of her fourth mimosa to calm herself.

“You don’t even want me at your party. Think of it this way. You won’t have to pose for any pictures with me or even see my face. You’re welcome.”

“You cramming all that fat into a leotard though? It’s not a good look, bro.” chuckled Evan as he gave Eric’s blubbery stomach a hard poke.

“I don’t care. I’m going as Spider-Man, and the rest of you can screw off.”

“Bold,” muttered Madeline as she took a sip of her mimosa.

“Shut up, Mads. Stop defending your boyfriend!” yelled Kayla.

“He’s not my boy- you - just- it’s bold. I think it’s stupid, and he’s going to look fat and dumb, but it’s like bold, okay? So you shut up!”

“Whatever,” sighed Kayla before storming off in a huff, knocking into the waitress as she did so.

“Watch where you’re going, you cow!”

Kayla finished storming out of the restaurant chased by Evan and leaving Eric to fish out a few bills from his wallet to hand to the waitress.

“Sorry for the trouble, miss.”

“You’re such a fat goody-two-shoes, Eric,” snarked Evangeline.

Eric didn’t respond. Instead he just gave Madeline a look, ignoring his sister completely, before sitting back down and going back to his food.

Later that night, Tabatha stood at the top of the grand staircase staring down at Kayla and Madeline as they were having a last minute conversation with Evan and Evangeline prior to the party.

“Girls, let’s move it along. Guests are starting to arrive and we should be dressing and preparing for our grand entrance.”

“Well, we’ll see you two in a bit,” said Kayla with a smile just before planting a kiss on Evan, her lips lined with the lipstick Gwendolyyn had given her. She felt quite the extra bit of charge as she did so.

“And thanks for this lovely bracelet, it’s perfect with my dress,” interjected Evangeline as a way of breaking up the kiss.

“You deserve it,” said Kayla as her lips mimicked Gwendolyyn’s wry smile.

And then Kayla and Madeline made their way up the stairs to join Tabatha for a moment before the three all went into their separate bedrooms to finish getting ready.

Tabatha loved to look at her reflection, and she made it a point to admire herself whenever possible. It was a trait she had since passed on to others. 

“One takes the time to admire fine art, and that goes doubly for beauties like ourselves,” Tabatha would say to her daughter and stepdaughter. 

Tabatha held her chin up high and admired every detail of herself from her delicate and ageless face to her fine, shapely figure and even the elegance of her hands. 

“What’s that?” She asked out loud, so caught off guard by the sight of an age spot on her hand that she couldn’t hide her audible reaction. 

Tabatha was not susceptible to the ravages of age, that was for lesser, poorer, women. Tabatha was a timeless beauty destined to go on that way, and she shuddered at even the thought of the word old. 

But here she was staring at the evidence of aging, a blotch on her perfection, an age spot soon joined by another and a third. The discoloration grew, and worse yet so did her hand. It was like she had been stung by a bee. Not just one hand, but both began to swell before her eyes, growing chubby. 

Her hands swelled with fat, her fingers becoming sausages, and worse still the skin stretched and then started to sag. She developed clearly crepe skin and far more noticeable veins. But she couldn’t stay looking at this for long as the fat spread up her arm, thickening her wrists on her way to her biceps. Tabatha had also prided herself on having. Such strong biceps, the product of working out from an early age right up till now. But she could feel her arms grow weaker in an instant as the fat filled them and her biceps blew out into flabby bingo wings. 

Tabatha’s breasts were the next thing to suffer. They grew a fair bit fatter, but they grew far more saggy. She couldn’t see couldn’t see it clearly due to the cut of the high collar dress, but something in Tabatha’s mind screamed that her previously perfect breasts were now sagging sacks of flesh marred by stretch marks. 

The next thing to go was Tabatha’s abs as the fat overwhelmed them and reshaped her trim waist into a thick pot belly with matching love handles. Her bulging belly surged forward and strained the front of her dress, and Tabatha couldn’t resist cupping her jelly belly in her chubby hands and giving it an angry shake, but she couldn’t even keep her anger centered on her growing gut because the fat was already making its ways to her slim legs and perfectly shaped butt.

That shapely lower half of hers quickly became pear shaped as her hips widened and her ass ballooned out behind her. She grew bulbous and flabby butt cheeks covered in cellulite and stretch marks along with her newly thunderous thighs. Those thighs would no longer be able to be described as muscular at all. They were filled with thick, creamy, squishy flab. The fat that filled her thighs even found its way down to her calves, ankles and feet.

And of course the fat also worked its way back up to and found its way to her previously angular face. Her face grew plump with fat gaining chubby cheeks and thick double chin while maintaining her stern expression. That expression was made even more stern by the deep crows feet that sprung up around her cold eyes. It gave her softened face a hardened look, and as she stared at her reflection she also noticed that her hair, now deeply gray with streaks of white, was turned up into an outrageously bouffant, a hairstyle befitting her new mantronly look.

Amidst all this self reflection, two new feels filled her cold heart, feelings of hunger both for food and to belittle her ungrateful stepdaughter.

Next door to Tabatha, Madeline finished putting on her costume.

While she knew this night was designed to be her stepsister’s crowning moment, Madeline couldn’t help but feel good about herself. She was certain that with her grace and good looks she would soon be ending up with her choice of handsome suitors, and she took the time to reinforce this idea by admiring her reflection in the mirror.

But as she looked at her reflection in the mirror with the intent of admiring her beauty and the elegant costume that further enhanced it, what she saw filled her with a building sense of dread.

Madeline saw her beautiful face in the mirror and watched it change. It started with her adorable button nose. It had always been this perfect upturned bit of elegance well suited for her face. But as she looked at her reflection she saw it start to grow wider. I thickened with fat and grew larger giving it an almost snout-like quality. It was like she was growing a little pig nose! Her hands shot to her face, and found that this really was happening. Her nose really was growing, bigger, wider, fatter. And as her hands felt her face, it was like the skin began to give away.

Her sharp cheekbones melted into fat that shifted underneath Madeline’s touch. Her cheeks grew quite chubby as they started to inflate with fat. Madeline’s whole face was soon swollen and growing red, not from the heat but from patches of rosacea. Madeline could feel her teeth shifting as they became yellowed and crooked, but she couldn’t think about that. She could only focus on how fat and piggish her face was growing.

Madeline’s eyes became dull and beady thanks to the size of her increasingly chubby cheekbones, and her jiggly jowls now served as a perfect compliment to her fat nose which really did look like it could have been a part of a pig costume. Madeline’s delicate jawline also lost any bit of definition as the skin began to sag and give way to a thick doughy double chin. Madeline grabbed it and gave a panicked snort.

Then that panicked snort brought about another and another. Her nose now ensured that any abrupt sounds that she made would sound like a pig in keeping with her fattened face. 

And the fattening didn’t stop there, not by a longshot.

As Madeline pulled her hands away from her chubby cheeks, she realized that her hands were growing chubby as well. Her fine piano fingers were becoming plump sausages and her psalm were chubby mitts. Her beady eyes watched with horror as the fat swelled beyond her plump hands and began to pump through her wrists, thickening them as well. Then the fat traveled through the rest of her arms and robbed them of their definition, turning her toned biceps into blubbery bingo wings, pillowy sacks of fat that began to roll over her elbows like melted marshmallows. Even her shoulders and neck grew thicker with fat.

Soon after her neck began to grow thicker, that thickness began to spread downward. Soon, Madeline’s breasts were swelling with fat, but any pride she may have had in that soon deflated just like her breasts as the weight became too much and any perkiness that she did have was lost. What that meant was that instead of the perfectly sized and pert breasts that she once enjoyed flaunting about, she now had oversized sagging others covered in stretch marks and straining her lower back.

Madeline’s middle also grew, filling with fat that stretched the fabric of the dress she was wearing. The corset was no match for the corset she was wearing. It burst and hung uselessly, pressed between fat and fabric, and Madeline’s new love handles popped a couple of seams and began to poke through. Her abs were gone and replaced by a rather sizeable gut with a fair amount of sway given the fact that it was still so constrained by the costume.

While the long flowing ball gown did completely conceal her previously toned butt, Madeline could feel it growing larger, wider, softer, squishing against the fabric as her ass cheeks lost their muscle and became saggy cellulite covered blobs of quivering flesh. Her flabby butt cheeks gave her dress quite a bit of additional bustle as they sagged downward onto the backs of her thighs but also filled with so much fat that they still projected outward like a sloppy shelf.

Also concealed by the dress was Madeline’s growing thighs, but she could feel the fat first slapping, then rubbing, then pressing together as her thighs expanded from toned limbs into toneless, flabby thunder thighs complete with fat feet and cankles to go with them.

As Madeline staggered backward in horror she found that she was now forced to waddle. She used to move with the grace of a swan and now found herself stomping about her room like a drunken elephant knocking over beauty products and working up a sweat from her panicking. 

She wanted to tear off the costume, throw herself onto the bed and cry herself to sleep, but she also felt compelled to make her way down the stairs and show the world what she had become. And, as her stomach rumbled with hunger and her mind wandered to the thought of all the party food being served downstairs, she knew that compulsion was about to win.

Down the hall, Kayla was just finishing getting into her own elegant costume, completely unaware of the goings on nearby.

Kayla looked at herself in the mirror. Her reflection was something she looked at so often, and yet every time, she couldn’t help but linger on it, especially when she was alone. Here in her bedroom, staring at the vanity mirror with its exposed bulbs like an old Hollywood dressing room, she looked at herself in her princess costume and felt like a queen.

And then she put her crown on her head.

And felt a cold chill run down her spine.

It was like her whole body began to tingle at once, and in an instant she blinked and was looking at the much different face in the mirror.

The woman staring back at Kayla was massively fat, decked out in the same costume right down to the distinct jewelry, but the crown now rested atop a rather fat head with a swollen face and thick double chin. The necklace that her reflection was wearing looked almost like a choker on the woman’s thick neck, and when Kayla tilted her head to inspect her own necklace, she watched her reflection’s double chin inflate like a frog and become so bulbous as to partially obscure the necklace she was wearing.

Kayla’s reflection looked far more like a bloated opera singer than an elegant princess, she was looking at a bloated prima donna with outrageously huge pillowy breasts and a matching pot belly underneath. She couldn’t see it, but Kayla could just imagine that the woman in the mirror must have a mammoth ass behind her to go with all the fat that she could see elsewhere, that meant that her reflection certainly had thick thunder thighs probably pressing together underneath her dress, toneless limbs to match the flabby arms that Kayla could see practically exploding out of the sleeves of the dress. 

Instinctively, Kayla laughed at the fat girl staring at her from the mirror. And then she watched her reflection laugh too.

Kayla’s eyes went wide with panic just like her reflection did. She quickly inspected herself and could see that her own body was still thin, but every time she moved, her reflection responded in kind. She looked at herself in the mirror and her and her fat reflection began to scream.

That’s when the tingling in her body intensified.

And Kayla could feel herself starting to expand.

It started with her stomach, her toned, perfect stomach. She could feel the muscles in her six pack abs tremble right before they gave way and slacked forward as the fat began to replace them. Suddenly there was a slab of fat over what was once just tight muscle and that slab of fat began to stretch the fabric of her dress and bubble over the panties that she was wearing underneath. Layer upon layer of fat was added to her previously lithe body, and her well sculpted middle was the first to succumb losing any kind of tone and taper as the fat made her belly bow outward along with a thick setting of matching love handles. Her middle became like a broken down barrel of fat as it expanded in all directions. In most of her outfits, Kayla would have been sporting a rather massive muffin top thanks to the added dough around her thickening middle. She could feel the fat of her belly bounce as her gut continued to grow, surging forward as much as the dress would allow. Worst still, even in the beginning stages, as her stomach grew she could already feel it growling with hunger. Its new size made room for gorging herself with food, a thought, an extreme craving, that sent a shiver up Kayla’s spine.

She tried to push the thought of food down and the fat of her belly back inside her body, but both of these attempts were in vain as the rumbling of hunger grew louder and her stomach grew thicker, wider, fatter. The dress kept it covered, but Kayla could feel the panicked sweat gather in the crease where her bloated belly was beginning to double. And she cried as she felt the saggy sack of fat continue to grow, jiggling as it did so.

Then she felt her thighs begin to tremble. At first, Kayla hoped that this was just from nerves, but as she felt the fat begin to slap together it became clear that the trembling was the result of the adipose tissue that was overtaking her hard earned muscles down below. Her thighs, just like her fat stomach, began to swell, growing into thick thunder thighs that pressed together. She could feel her feet growing fatter and straining against her heels, and she could feel herself stumbling as her stance was forced to widen thanks to the thickening of her thighs. As her thighs continued to round out thanks to all of the fat that was filling them, Kayla became painfully aware of the way her now much larger, flabbier ass cheeks slapped against the back of her tree trunk like thighs. She couldn’t see it, but Kayla could sense that her new saddlebags must be stricken with stretch marks and cellulite.

Further down, Kayla could tell that her ankles were swelling to meet her fat calves and give her a pair of big fat swollen cankles, and she was able to lift up her dress just enough to peek at her swollen feet and notice her her previously dainty toes were now plump little sausages. She prayed that the fattening would stop there, but it was nowhere near done.

Her ass.

She had taken it for granted before, its new thickness. She had been so taken by the sudden sensation of her thigh fat slapping together that her attention had been drawn away from the rounding out of her rump, but now she was painfully aware of her plumping posterior, and her hands rushed to explore the spongy flesh that now pushed against her dress. Even through all the fabric, Kayla could feel an uncomfortable amount of blubber squishing in her grasp. Her blubbery buttcheeks were like big cheap stress balls, bloated and with far too much give to them. Her previously pert butt cheeks were now big flabby messes, her glutes now globs of fat.

Kayla used to be able to bounce a quarter off her ass, and now she had the bloated butt of a lifelong couch potato. There was no muscle left, only mush, and she could feel that fat oozing through the gaps in her fingers. Suddenly, she could feel the amount of fat oozing through her fingers growing smaller. The gaps were closing ever so slightly. She thought, perhaps, that her ass was shrinking. But then, in horror, she realized the truth.

Her ass wasn’t getting smaller. Her hands were getting fatter.

Kayla held her hands out in front of her just in time to watch her fingers thicken and her hands grow increasingly chubby. Then the fat slid its way up her wrists and filled the rest of her arms, turning muscle tone into flab. Soon she had flabby bingo wings as her arms became thick tubs of fat just like her reflection had shown her.

Her breasts began to blow up like balloons as well. Her chest grew swollen with quivering fat and marred by clear angry stretch marks. She could feel the strain of her massive mammaries as they threatened to overwhelm her dress and sagged downward until they rested on the strangely comforting shelf that was her growing gut. They were like big bloated pillows of billowing fat, and that fat kept spreading upward.

The fat filled her shoulders and thickened her neck until the necklace she was wearing grew tight around it just like her reflection had predicted. Finally, Kayla felt her face begin to fatten. It started with her burning in her cheeks, and then she could feel those cheeks begin to fatten and sag into great jiggling jowls. Even her nose grew fatter as her entire face filled up and rounded out. Of course, her chin gave way to another and that doughy double chin continued to inflate until it was of a very impressive size. Her thick double chin stood out no matter the angle she tried to pose at. There was no amount of tilting that could hide how fat her face had gotten. She felt like she looked like an absolute pig.

And that piggish feeling was only aided by the fact that she was incredibly hungry. And that hunger, despite her better judgment, drove her to go downstairs.

The trio met in the hallway near the grand stairway to lead them into the ballroom. As Tabatha glared at her daughter and stepdaughter, her eyes flashed with a burning coldness.

“What fat disappointments you are.”

But Tabatha’s true disdain was toward her stepdaughter, Kayla, something that was clear as she stepped past her own crestfallen daughter.

“You are especially disgusting, and a terrible influence on my daughter,”

Kayla simply bowed her head in submission, unable and unwilling to react defensively to Tabatha’s barbs.

“Yes, stepmother. Of course, stepmother. You’re right, stepmother.”

“I know I’m right,” barked Tabatha.

“You’re nothing but a lazy, shameful, ungrateful, fat and disgusting pig. Aren’t you?”

“Yes, stepmother. I’m a lazy, shameful, ungrateful, fat and disgusting pig. I am truly pathetic, fat and pathetic, especially fat.”

“Good, pig. At least you know your place,” Tabatha said as she waddled haughtily toward the stairs.

“Now, let’s get this humiliation over with. Come, my piggies.”

The two fat girls waddled into place with little more than a nod of obedience.

It was supposed to be a grand entrance, three glamorous women looking elegant in their expensive gowns descending the stairs to greet their guests with all eyes admiring them. They were supposed to be the height of sophistication, the envy of all.

But now they could already hear the muffled laughter and sounds of catty whispers being made. At least the dresses were still expensive, and that expense gave at least the illusion of glamor (an illusion that was certainly as strained as the dresses’ seams once one took the time to look at them closely and shattered completely for Madeline whose love handles had ripped small holes in hers and were now poking out to say hello). The women in the over taxed dresses looked far from elegant with their bulging forms.

Tabatha looked like the epitome of aged desperation, someone who had completely let themselves go and was now bitter and shrewish and desperate to keep whatever hold she could on a social scene that had long since left her behind. She looked not like someone with real control but someone whose reaction to losing it was to stress eat her sorrows away. She had the look of someone who could have been a classical beauty at some point, maybe if she were to be described as Rubenesque, but she wore her bitterness on her fat face, and it gave her a rather unattractive quality.

And everyone could see the way she kept giving furtive and judgmental stares to both her daughter and stepdaughter.

Madeline looked like a clumsy cow who had never worn heels in her life as she waddled about. Every time she staggered, her dress pulled up just enough so that everyone could see how strained the straps of her stilettos were against her fat feet. She tripped over her own two fat feet and nearly took a tumble down the stairs but managed to catch herself on the banister and then let loose an incredibly unladylike belch while everyone’s attention was now on her. The combination of these events caused her dress to strain further and for the gaps that made her love handles visible to widen.

Kayla looked blissfully aware of all of this. That is to say that she looked like a fat idiot. She looked like the epitome of a spoiled princess grown plump from a life of privilege that had allowed her to do nothing but sit on her fat and growing fatter ass and stuff her face with decadent dishes and non-stop junk food. She was ridiculously rotund, and, while not nearly as clumsy as her stepsister, her steps were still heavy and awkward as she plodded down the older staircase which was clearly not designed with the girth of Kayla’s thunder thighs in mind. The juxtaposition between her glamorous outfit and rather inelegant entrance was a source of great amusement from the crowd below as Kayla finished descending the staircase and began to waddle toward them in a bit to mingle.

She was very disappointed as she watched people openly move away from her.

People didn’t want to be openly rude to the party’s hosts, but most just did not want to be stuck openly associating and having to converse with three bloated former beauties who were still so well known for their haughty and catty nature. They weren’t fun to be around before they were fat, and stripped of their natural glamor and confidence, people were far more likely to be repelled by them than drawn to them like in the past. 

So people turned their backs and went back into their prior conversations, most of which involved a lot of whispering of petty comments about the party hosts.

“They’ve really let themselves go.”

“I guess they can afford to indulge plenty.”

“They’re so fat. They look ridiculous trying to be all dolled up and glamorous.”

“You know what they say, you can put lipstick on a pig, but it’s still a pig.”

“And that’s what they are, three fat pigs.”

“Yes. That’s what I was im- did you really think that was clever just now?”

“I was just trying to join in on the fun.”

“But you’re just repeating what I said. We all know they’re fat pigs now. That was the funny bit. You’re not adding anything new.”

“Should I have called them cows instead?”

“Well, it would at least be different.”

“Fine. Their cows. Fat cows. Moooo. Mooooo. Happy now?”

“No. You’ve just kinda ruined the moment. I’m- I’m just going to get myself a drink and try to forget this whole thing ever happened.”

As the crowd parted in front of the now visibly pouty princess, Kayla finally saw him, her knight in shining armor, her prince charming, Evan. Although, as Evan turned around it became increasingly clear how much he too had changed.

Evan looked much less like Prince Charming and much more like Henry the Eighth. His doublet, stained by copious amounts of grease from whatever food he had been tearing into was now strained against his rotund belly. It was a globular gut, a truly massive spare tire that had clearly broken the belt which had been cinching his costume at the waist. Now it sagged downward and the lowest part of it could be seen peeking out of his doublet and sag down toward his thighs.

Those thighs made the tights he was wearing look absolutely ridiculous as they strained the fabric to its limits. His thunder thighs sloped downward into weak looking calves, and his legs looked very much like the big turkey leg that he was currently tearing into, an act that was causing more grease to run down his multiple chins.

Next to Evan, stuffing her face with food was his sister, Evangeline, though this Lin was now far larger than before. She was a blubbery blob of a woman dressed in a costume that had lost all semblance of eloquence. What was once finery fit for a noble was now rags befitting a poor serving girl or a scullery maid. And those rags looked like they had seen better days thanks to all the fat they were forced to try and contain. It was a job they were doing poorly as several bits of blubber had found ways to poke through several large holes in the overtaxed garment. But Lin paid this no mind. She didn’t even pay any attention to Kayla who was waddling toward her and Evan. All Lin could do was keep stuffing her fat face, hogging out for the amusement of all around her.

When Kayla finally met Evan, the two shared a passionate and messy kiss, and their fat bellies pressed together. With grease fresh on Kayla’s lips from the sloppy kiss, that was all she needed to send her grumbling belly into overdrive. She forewent dancing as planned, and her and Evan went back to the buffet table, tearing into whatever they could get their chubby hands on like wild animals, completely ruining Kayla’s dress and shattering any illusion of elegance that remained.

This just left Madeline standing alone, fat awkward Madeline, looking like a pig in pink with her dull fat face looking around the room in blind panic as everyone awkwardly backed further away from her. The whispers were beginning to grow louder and laced with an undercurrent of uncomfortable laughter. All Madeline could do was waddle about near tears.

Then, through the crowd he emerged, her hero-

A fat guy in a Spider-Man costume.

Eric approached and graciously offered his hand to Madeline who beamed as she took it. After allowing, Madeline a moment to let out a sigh of relief, Eric spun her into him as gracefully as the circumference of her meaty thighs would allow and, with their bellies pressed against each other, began to lead her in a waltz around the room to muffled applause of the attendees who soon joined in the dancing.

Madeline smiled at Eric, causing her double to chin to grow even more noticeable, and she couldn’t tell because of the Spider-Man mask, but she was confident that he was smiling back at her. And, in that moment, though many would refer to her as the ugly stepsister, she felt exceedingly beautiful.

Meanwhile, Tabatha stood alone at the bottom of the steps, glaring at her daughter and stepdaughter, seeing all her own desires for them unraveled. They were now nothing but fat lazy pigs, and she could not see their own potential for happiness. To her, there was no way to be fat and be filled with joy at the same time. Therefore, she was left alone with the coldness in her heart, the gnawing of hunger in her chubby belly, and the knowledge that she would live fat and unhappily ever after.