TEASER: "The Fat French Maid"

I posted this teaser several hours ago on my Discord where you can also find a prologue to this story featuring a bloated belly dancer and a transformation teaser. Discord access is available to 6 dollar Talking BS tier members.

I hope to have all of part one up tonight tomorrow at the latest. For now...

Enjoy!

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Lana was a stereotypical rich bitch. She had the classic “born to money and thinks she’s better than everyone because of it” air about her. It was felt with every commanding step she took and every judgmental look she gave. She was not afraid to flaunt her body and turn up her nose to anyone she felt didn’t measure up to her standards of perfection which was most everybody. In fact, she did more than just that. Lana loved to actively demean and diminish people for sport.

That was why she was here. Slumming it in the mall was something she liked to occasionally do because it was such a thrill to show off her hot body in needlessly fancy designer outfits while walking around and surveying poor people like she was watching animals in a zoo. She found poor people to be generally disgusting, and she thought of most of them as simply being fat and lazy, and fat people especially were especially abhorrent to her, the poor ones were needlessly greedy and to focused on stuffing their fat faces with junk food to actually do anything worthwhile with their lives, and even the rich ones were too lazy to do anything about their fat and disgusting blubber bodies. In Lana’s mind, fat people with their bulbous bodies were ripe for making fun of. And she wasn’t outright calling them pigs and all sorts of other demeaning names, Lana loved to do it by flaunting the differences between their fat figures and her own fit and trim one.

Lana was needlessly dressed to the nines for just this occasion with a figure hugging dress that showed off every one of generous but perfectly toned curves. It showcased her long and lean runners’ thighs and her pert and perky butt. If one looked carefully enough, which Lana’s body and designer dress definitely encouraged, one could even see the faint outline of her abs. Her breasts were of the perfect size and just as perky as her butt, and she wore a short jacket to ward off the slight chill of the fall air. It ended at her tiny waist and was cut in a way to showcase the trim and toned nature of her slender arms, arms which ended in delicate piano fingers. Her face was angelic and perfectly made up as was her brilliantly lustrous hair. Everything about Lana was perfect down to her meticulously manicured nails and her perfectly straight and pretty pearly white teeth.

Because Lana never had to work a day in her life, she had a lot of time to put into developing her perfect look, and it showed. She was a beauty queen with a confident strut to match her looks and give her all the more power when she turned her judgmental gaze on others.

Before visiting Katrina’s Costume Collection, Lana had made a pass through the food court, not because she wanted to eat something but because she found it was the best place to observe human hogs in their natural habitat. She found two particularly mess fat girls and really decided to unload on them.

“You cows are disgusting. I mean that, truly. Look at yourselves? You’re eating like pigs and making such a mess. Are you even going to clean it up, or are you content to act like you were raised in a barn? Maybe at home you can feel free to wallow in your filth like the hog queens that you are, but out here try to have at least a little bit of class, a little bit of dignity. Although, really how much can the world expect from such lowly, slovenly, fat creatures such as yourselves. You’re really only good for stuffing your faces and serving others aren’t you, piggies? Yes. I think lives of service must definitely be calling you, you look so fat and poor and low. Where do you work? Retail? Fast Food? Perhaps even as a pair of fat maids. Whatever it is I’m sure it’s disgusting and humiliating and exactly what your fat, lazy, greedy asses deserve. You disgust me. You truly do.”

The fat women started crying as Lana grabbed them by the arms and shook them a bit.

“Just look at how much you jiggle. Your whole bodies are like jello. It’s so much fat! Too much fat! You should be ashamed, truly truly ashamed. This is pathetic. But then again, that’s why people like me are born to be superiors and people like you are born to be fat servants. Enjoy the rest of your meal, piggies. I’d tell you to take care of yourselves, but we all know that won’t happen. I’m sure you’ve got plenty of room to stuff yourselves with a whole gallon of ice cream after this.”

And after that she used both hands to squeeze the fat girls’ big bellies and left them sobbbing into their food. She had really let them have it.

Now she was heading Mathilde’s way.

Mathilde, even though she didn’t know her name yet, could sense all of this about Lana from the moment she walked through the door, and the thought of taking this vain and privileged woman who had spent her whole life judging others into a soft, weak, waddling fatty forced to face the same kind of scorn and humiliation she had spent so much time heaping onto others. She wanted to be personally responsible for turning Lana’s proud abs into a portly pot belly, of turning her toned ass cheeks into turgid masses of fat. It would be such a joy to blow this bitch up like a balloon and turn her into a blubbery ball of fat bulging out and ripping through her designer clothes. She wanted to turn this woman into a fat pig, an absolute cow, a-

“Jeez, they’ll just let anyone work in retail I suppose.”

Mathilde’s daydreaming was cut-off by Lana’s curt words and the tapping of her perfectly manicured fingernails against the glass countertop.

“I’m sorry?” Mathilde asked as she pulled herself back to reality.

“You’re a bloated cow with tacky goth fashion sense, and they seriously let you sell clothing to others? I mean look at you. You’re disgustingly fat, lazily sitting behind this counter in a style nightmare of an outfit that barely contains all of your blubber.”

“Oof. Tell me how you really feel.”

Mathilde had muttered that last statement under her breath, a reflex to Lana’s bullying and not meant to be heard, but Lana did hear it and took it as a challenge.

“Okay, Fat people like you ought to be ashamed of themselves. You’re hear wasting your life and likely complaining about rich and beautiful people like me all because you’ve dug yourself a hole in life that you’re far too fat and lazy to climb yourself out of. You're shameless in your sloth, greed, and gluttony, and you will always be a fat, lazy retail worker because you like the skills and ambition to do anything else. You’ve got a belly full of blubber, a wide load for an ass, thunder thighs that make you waddle and a fat face that looks positively piggish. If you’re not already an embarrassment to your family, you certainly should be. Your fat ass is disgusting and only good for serving your betters, especially people like me.”

Mathilde just squinted her eyes, focusing her gaze as a means of tempering her anger, waiting and knowing that this woman’s fattening transformation would be all the sweeter in the end. 

“Miss, are you going to buy a costume or not?”

“Ah yes, a costume. I do need one, and I suppose your fat ass might actually know something about costumes judging by your garish corset as a top paired with hideously chunky combat boots and far too much makeup, especially eye-liner. I mean, really dear. Put black lipstick on a pig, and it’s still a pig. You’re not fooling anyone.”

“Wow,” thought internally.

Externally, all Mathilde did was give Lana a small smile and her best customer service voice.

“Anyway, miss. If you follow me, I’m sure we’ll be able to find you the perfect fit.”

And then she led Lana back toward the costume racks. Mathilde had dealt with some real awful customers, but seldom had any treated her as aggressively poorly as Lana, and she was determined to make this transformation extra personal.

In some circles that Mathilde occasionally hung around in, they liked to talk about eating the rich, but Mathilde much preferred to make the rich eat.

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