"The Scales of Time" Chapter 13

Here it is, the grand finale. And it is grand. It comes in at over 7,000 words which is exciting because this brings the whole story to well over 55,000 words which means the whole thing is technically novel length. And I still have two epilogues to go!

In this climactic chapter, everyone gets what's coming to them! And I mean everyone!

Revenge is taken! Questions are answered including: Who is the mysterious blonde? That's right, we find out right here as she plays a very important role in this finale.

There's weight gain galore, and I know you're eager to get to it so...

Enjoy!!

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Vivian knew that the fatness would soon be upon her and while she was afraid there couldn’t help but have the tiniest bit of morbid curiosity. After all, she was already so damn fat, incredibly obese. How much fatter could she get?

She couldn’t imagine it. Vivian already felt so heavy, like every muscle in her body had gone slack with fat and now she ached without moving, joints she had never felt any pain in before now felt a dull ache just from standing around. She had this huge apron of fat in her hands, and when she let it go it would have been heavy enough to throw off her center of gravity if it weren’t for the titanic ass bulging out behind her and acting like a hefty counterweight anchoring her to the ground.

And even trying to move her fat feet off the ground was a challenge thanks to the tree trunk thunder thighs that wanted to keep her rooted to the earth. She used to be able to run faster than most people she knew. Now her knees were so fat, Vivian wasn’t sure she would be able to lift them high enough to get a run started. Hell, she knew that even walking normally was out of the questions with the girth of her thighs now leaving her with no choice but to awkwardly waddle about. And one look at her fat feet confirmed another of a million small humiliations from the new memories that now seat neatly besides her old ones. She was wearing shoes without laces, specially bought sneakers that she could just step and slip into because the combination of her blubbery belly and thunder thighs had made tying shoes too hard. What would tasks like that be like when she was somehow even fatter?

Just checking the styling of those shoes was hard enough. The size of her breasts and belly made looking straight down at her feet a near impossibility. Instead, Vivian had to, with great difficulty, lift one foot up and to the side and then peer over one of her meaty love handles. This simply act nearly threw her completely off balance and sent her back to the dirt.

Every part of her was working with gravity to keep her grounded. She could have sworn she was so heavy that she was sinking into the ground more than when she got here. Even her breasts, which she had once considered perfect, she would now consider far too big (a thing she had never thought possible before). They sagged and tweaked her fat back even though they were contained by what Vivian had to believe was the ugliest bra ever.

She felt like a fat loser because she was a fat loser. She had lost the contest, and now she was fat. And she couldn’t help but wonder how difficult every little task would be, and how cruelly the world would treat her once she got even fatter.

But before she could find out, she had to listen to the same humiliating declaration she had once heard while hiding behind a tree seven years ago, only now she would be on the other end of it instead of Julie’s Aunt Cassopeia or, as history seemed to stand now, her sister Elizabeth. And, perhaps even worse than that, she would have to watch as Julie was declared victorious and then watch Julie take her powers from her.

Julie’s mother slowly raised her hands to silence the raucous crowd.

“It is concluded, and the council now declares that the winner of this challenge is Julianna.”

Julie looked up at her mother, and while she was beaming, her mother was as stoned faced as ever. Still, there was something about the way she said Julianna, the almost imperceptible hitch in her voice as she got to her daughter’s name that hinted at pride.

Then she turned her head toward Vivian.

“Vivian, as per the by-laws of our coven, you are to be stripped of your powers and they are to be given to Julianna so that she may join in our power as a full member.  You will then be given suitable work so that the coven may keep its eyes on you to ensure you share not knowledge of our secrets with the outside world once you are powerless. I now call forth with my sisters for this transformation to commence.”

The line about calling forth with her sisters was even more literal this time because it was only Julie’s mother’s and her two aunts that moved to do anything. Vivian’s mother Annabelle, despite still technically a member of the high council did nothing but stubbornly sit in a state of near unconsciousness still struggling with shock. 

Julie couldn’t help but hope that she would be getting what was coming to her quite soon.

But before anything like that could happen, Julie got to bear witness to the sight she had first seen seven years ago, only now she was the one to benefit from it.

A silvery cloud of energy began to emit from Julie’s family and coalesce into the hands of Julie’s mother. It formed itself into a shimmering silver orb and from that orb shot forth a silver spear that struck Vivian in the heart before lashing out and wrapping around Julie like a tether.

It was happening.

Julie began to slim down before Vivian’s eyes. The fat began to melt away, and Julie’s body began to tighten up. Her breasts, while growing smaller, still remained quite large, but they also firmed up and lost any of the last hints of stretch marks. Her arms became quite toned and ended with slim hands with impeccably manicured fingernails. Most of the fat left her face leaving just enough to give her a sexy cherubic appearance. 

The prodigious pot belly that Julie had shrunk down. While she never gained rock hard abs, leaving her with a smaller sexy starter belly, her waist did trim down noticeably, and she lost her previously prominent muffin top. Her thighs slimmed down significantly, gaining quite a bit of muscle tone and no longer pressing together. For the first time in years and years, Julie felt like she was able to strut and had the confidence in her body to do just that. Her ass while staying lusciously large also firmed up and became a real head turner.

Julie’s perfect skin developed a glow, and her fiery red hair gained a luster that it had previously lacked becoming long and voluminous, a glorious mane. Julie even grew slightly taller both because she physically grew and because her posture improved.

By the time the transformation was finished, Julie looked like a curvy goddess. While she was not as thin as Vivian used to be, Julie was now gifted with an exaggerated hourglass figure, and as her outfit magically transformed into a sparkling dress to commemorate her victory, she looked like an even curvier Jessica Rabbit, an absolute smokeshow with the way the dress hugged her wide hips and outlined her stunning starter belly.

She flipped her gorgeous hair over her shoulders and looked at Vivian.

Both of them knew that the fat that drained from Julie’s body was headed her way and then some.

The ground began to quake, and Vivian clenched her teeth in preparation, saying a quick last goodbye to any of her remaining muscles and the idea of ever possibly being thin again along with the bright future that was supposed to be hers, and then, as almost an afterthought, she whispered goodbye to her magic.

Then she could feel her feet starting to expand. She couldn’t see her already sausage-like toes somehow growing fatter and her feet getting wider, but she could feel the way they were pushing against her cheap unstylish sneakers. She could picture them in her mind's eye as the pounds piled on the padding. Vivian had never really contemplated the idea that feet could ever even get truly fat before this moment.

At one point her feet had been so dainty and something that she had taken for granted.It was a tiny thing that was suddenly at the forefront of her mind as she was realizing that nothing about her would ever be considered tiny again.

The fat feet tingled as they grew and the press felt more intense as they were forced to stay contained within their prison. Her feet were growing, but her shoes were still strong enough to resist breaking against the fat. 

The rest of her clothes would not be as lucky.

Vivian already lacked separate ankles and calves. Thanks to Julie’s manipulations in time she was long ago stuck with cankles, the classic fat girl trop of ankles and calves so swollen with fat that they merged into one. Those already swollen cankles gained even more fat. As the first to fill with fat it was like Vivian suddenly had heavy ankle weights at the end of her already morbidly obese body. And she felt those cankle weights as they strained against her already overtaxed jogging pants and began to pop the first few seams. The fat swelled her cankles more and more, and as they grew the seams of the joggers began to rip upward like her pants were unzipping along the sides.

The sound of Vivian’s pants ripping was music to Julie’s ears.

The ripping would continue as the rest of Julie’s legs also expanded with fat. Vivian didn’t think her thunder thighs could possibly press together more, and yet they somehow found a way. She staggers as her already wide stance was forced to grow wider. Her thighs were already each the size of what her waist used to be. Now, as she reflected on her weight gain through the years worth of new memories she possessed, she was forced to compare her growing thighs to the size of her consistently growing waist. It was a sobering moment to get to the point where she realized that her thighs had grown to be the size of her waist when she was two hundred pounds and that she was now far away from two hundred pounds and her thighs, and therefore her overall weight, were still growing further.

Those titanic thunder thighs could not be contained for long. As the tree trunk thighs grew wider with further rings of fat, they pressed against her pants until the pants could no longer control them. The first place that the pants began to rip was in her inner thighs, unseen by the rest of the world, Vivian could feel the seams give way and her thighs surge through the rip and press together flesh on flesh. The friction of her thighs rubbing together combined with their sheer size made those seams the first ones to fail, but they were soon followed by the seams on the side sundered by her flabby saddlebags. The fat was then free to ooze through the new and widening holes. This revealed her cellulite covered and quivering flesh to all who were watching the fat girl grow even fatter. 

The holes grew from the top of her legs and from the bottom by her cankles until they met in the middle and her pants were now completely torn up along the sides. As her jumbo thighs continued to expand with fat, the flimsy fabric of her pants that now hung uselessly over her blubbery thighs grew further apart revealing more and more wobbling flesh.

But of course, her legs were not the only part of Vivian’s fat body to grow fatter as her already enormous ass was also expanding with new adipose tissue. The chunky cheeks quivered as the fat got ready to fill them and then they began to expand rapidly. They each blew up like a balloon stretching the fabric across the seat of her pants taut. Vivian’s once perfect ass, her pride and joy, soon looked much more like an overstuffed bean bag chair. 

As Vivian could feel the fabric around her fat ass straining, tears rolled down her chubby cheeks as she braced herself for the next humiliating inevitability. And she did not have to wait long before the back of her pants split open and the fat exploded outward allowing her bulbous butt cheeks to flap freely in the wind. While the splitting of her pants along the thighs was certainly a sight to be seen, it was the blowing out of the back of her pants thanks to her titanic ass that really drew the laughter from the crowd. This was mostly because of the fact that Vivian’s strained and already starting to rip granny panties were now in clear view as she staggered about.

Vivian tried to cover her expanding ass with her chubby hands and turn away to keep at least some shred of her dignity intact, unlike her pants.

Julie was having none of this. It may have been a bit taboo to risk interrupting the ritual at all, but this was her big moment of triumph and she was going to enjoy it as fully as possible. So with a few movements of her wand, she snipped the already flimsy waistband of Vivian’s pants to let them fall away and then began to control Vivian like a fat puppet.

Vivian soon found her hands pulled away from her butt and spun around and slightly bent over to give the crowd the best view possible of her ballooning butt. Her large lard ass kept growing larger, and the fabric of her granny panties either continued to fray or found itself consumed by her deepening ass crack as her cellulite covered cheeks grew further. They began to crest over the top of the panties giving the audience a view of a rising full moon. That moon didn’t rise for long as her panties finally gave way and shot off of her body. Vivian could only stare helplessly as her panties landed on the ground in front of her and exposed her big fat wide ass completely to the coven that she had, until just a while ago, had dreams of running.

Feeling mischievous, Julie flicked her wand again, and Vivian felt a magical spank of her ass that sent her cheeks wobbling and caused her to yelp which compounded the laughter coming from the audience watching and reveling in her complete downfall.

Vivian had always enjoyed teasing potential suitors with the possibility of getting a glimpse of her perfect ass while rarely giving it away, but here she was now with her ass fatter than Julie’s ever was now the perfect canvas for her humiliation to be painted on. And no matter how much Vivian wanted it to end, her ass kept growing along with the rest of her. Being slightly bent over like she was made it all the more clear to her just how much the weight of her already big belly was increasing as it continued to bloom with fat.

It was hard for Vivian to believe that at one point she had abs. There was a time when she had a trim waist and a washboard stomach, and it all felt so far away and long ago, and now she knew she would never have the same stomach again. She had memories of her stomach growing over the years, and it made Vivian increasingly sad to realize that not only would she dream of having her washboard abs, she would dream of having her pot belly be the same size as it was when she was 150 pounds, 200 pounds, 300 pounds, more. She would forever be thinking about this moment and wishing her stomach could at least be this small, but it would never be again. 

With her body leaned forward, her stomach lurched forward, the fat filling it up and gravity doing the rest, pulling her fleshy belly down and causing it to jiggle at the slightest provocation, including another magical spanking from Julie. As her stomach grew fatter, the folds of her double belly grew even more distinct and her doughy lower roll became segmented further, with the saggy skin getting a new seam that split below her belly button which was deep enough to sink a large portion of a fat finger in. Her blubbery belly grew so much that even that fat directly above her belly button sagged and partially obscured it.

Vivian felt the underside of her belly being tickled by Julie’s magic. She felt her fat being lifted and played with, magically jiggled all while Julie cackled with glee. Even as her belly was being played with, it continued to grow larger, and Vivian knew she was absolutely helpless to do anything about it.

Her jacket was basically useless as her meaty love handles continued to expand and her spare tire grew rounder. The jacket kept riding up along with her t-shirt and looked progressively more ridiculous. That t-shirt started tearing eventually too just like her pants as the girth of her gut and the rest of her torso continued to grow. While still bent forward with her bare blubber butt pointed at the audience, they also got a clear view of the fat on Vivian’s back growing and drooping in increasing rolls and folds of flesh.

The jacket did last for much longer. It wasn’t just that her back and shoulder were getting fatter, but her arms grew thicker as well. Those fat arms, which already looked like pillows became overstuffed pillows that stretched the seams of the jacket until they could take no more and then her bingo wings inevitably began to burst free. The seams of the sleeves began to rip right at her blubbery biceps, and then the fat began to peak through, forcing its way through the holes and widening them further. 

Vivian’s arms were once toned and strong and now they felt weak and heavy and getting heavier by the moment as her arms grew fatter and her blubbery biceps billowed outward. All she could do was look down enough to see with horror that even her chubby hands were somehow getting fatter and feel the fabric give way as her jacket and tank top continued to tear until with a flick of Julie’s wand she was standing there in nothing but her bra.

Up to this point, Vivian felt weirdly thankful that her big belly, now a tremendous apron of fat, hung down so low toward her fat knees that when faced back toward the audience the belly apron preserved some of her dignity. But her bowling ball breasts threatened to burst her bra and bare her breasts for all to see. They were already starting to overflow the cups, and her back fat was putting at the clasp in the back. And although they still weren’t growing at the same pace as her belly, or the rest of her body for that matter, it was still only a matter of time.

Then the clasp broke.

And the ironic thing was that once again the fat on Vivian’s body protected her dignity. Although the bra shot forward slightly, the straps became caught in the folds of fat under her arm, and then the massive mammaries sagged forward and rested right on the top of her double belly keeping the bra pinned on. That did nothing for the pain in her fat back which grew further under the strain of her now fully sagging udders. Her big breasts could do nothing for Vivian but make her feel even more uncomfortable, and it was still not the last part of her to change.

Vivian’s neck grew thicker, fatter. Her face, which could only change so much more, still got fatter. Her double chin grew new friends. Her jowls jiggled more as her chubby cheeks grew chubbier. Her only hope was that by now her face would have grown so fat that it would be unrecognizable to those who hadn’t seen her before her transformation. But then she realized that the magic would take care of that. Anybody who knew her would always know her no matter how fat. People in her coven would always know exactly what happened (while dealing with their own hosts of new memories), and anyone outside of it would remember her getting fat through the years or just wouldn’t think of it enough to question it. But people would look into her eyes, now matter how beady they had gotten, and know that they were looking at Vivian Blake vixen turned cow.

She was a ball of blubber, a big fat blob, and when the transformation was all said and done, all she could do was sob. 

In contrast, all Julie could do was laugh. She was practically laughing her head off until her mother raised her hands to silence everyone. The last things to stop was Vivian’s loud sobbing and Julie’s laughter as they both turned to look up at Julie’s mother.

“Julianna. Stop playing around and come up here and join us.”

Then, Julie’s mother turned her head to face Vivian’s mother and spoke in a voice devoid of emotion.

“Now we settle the rest of our family business.”

Julie heard her mother’s call and wanted to eagerly skip- to think that she could actually skip now!- over to the viewing platform and join her family at the dais, but she couldn’t help but saunter over to Vivian to finally enjoy her victory up close. The fiery redhead looked the raven haired fatty in her sad beady eyes.

“Looks like I’m the hot one, and you’re the fatty now. Aye, Piggy?”

She looked Vivian’s fat figure up and down and smiled.

“You really are a blob of fat. Far fatter than I ever was. You know that right?”

Vivian stood terrified and helpless as Julie stepped closer.

“I asked you a question, Blubber Butt. Now answer it. I’m hot now, right?”

Her multiple chins wobbled as she nodded her head in response.

“And you’re far fatter than I ever was, right?”

Again the multiple chins wobbled as the tears ran down Vivian’s chubby cheeks and caught in the crevices.

“Say it.”

Vivian knew she had now choice. With Julie’s new power and her lack of it, Julie could always make things worse and Vivian was powerless to stop her, she had no choice but to kowtow to her better.

“You’re hot… and I’m fat… far fatter than you ever were.”

“What are you?”

“I’m a blubber butt. I’m a big fat piggy, a cow, a whale. I’m a pathetic fatty.”

“You’re a big fat loser.”

“I’m a big fat loser,” repeated Vivian with a defeated sigh.

Julie reached down and grabbed a hold of the thick lower roll of Vivian’s double belly. Her hand really sunk into the fat as she lifted the apron of fat up and felt its full weight.

“So this is what it’s like. It’s hefty, isn’t it, Piggy?”

Vivian was helpless to stop Julie from doing whatever she wanted and merely nodded in cowardice once again.

“Say, yes Mistress.”

“Y-yes Mistress. I have a very hefty belly, a big blubbery belly.”

“This is what you deserve, isn’t it?”

“Yes. Yes. This is what I deserve. I deserve to be an obese cow to be humiliated by you.”

“Say moo, cow.”

“Mooooooo.”

“Louder.”

“MOOOOOOOOOO!”

The crowd erupted in laughter once again at Vivian’s humiliating display.

“Julianna! Enough,” her mother called out with a tone that signaled that her patience was at an end.

The crowd fell dead silently yet again.

Julie nodded to her mother and then leaned in to whisper in Vivian’s ear while still holding onto Vivian’s belly fat.

“Oink for me, Piggy.”

“Oink. Oink,” Vivian responded with a whisper of her own.

“Good Piggy.”

Julie let Vivian’s belly drop and jiggle and then gave her a smack on her big fat rump.

“Enjoy being a pathetic fat ass, loser. I’ll see you around. You’ll be hard to miss, Lard Ass.”

With that, Julie turned away and strutted over to join her family up on the viewing platform.

As she approached, her mother was already looking down at Vivian’s mother and delivering her condemnation.

“Annabelle Blake, I have watched you and your family scheme against my own for years now, and I have had enough of it. You are guilty of crimes against this coven, of attempting to supplant our rightful power and assume control of this coven for your own glorification, and for your arrogance you shall be appropriately punished.”

In one last desperate play for power, Annabelle turned to look toward her allies, and as she did she almost fainted yet again. She felt the hair stand up on the back of her neck and her ears began to ring as if someone was playing a loud piano sting right by her head.

Mrs. Tonya Aguilar sat with her head facing forward but her eyes glazed over as she kept eating her cappuccino muffin, taking a bite and putting it down only to bring the full muffin back to her mouth, continuing the process in a mechanical fashion with the only noticeable change being the softening of her jawline.

Ms. Bernila Gulch was found suddenly clutching her stomach, and it was clear as she pressed down on her flowing robes that there was a bulging belly swelling underneath it. As she felt like she was inflating with both air and fat, she looked up at her mentee, her girl, the waifish blonde who now regarded her with a wry smile.

“You bitch,” she mouthed, punctuating her expulsion with a loud belch. As she threw one had to her mouth in embarrassment, it was clear that her hands were swelling as well.

Far across town, in a dingy antique shop unnoticed by anyone else in a crowded mall, Mrs. Vanessa Hargrove and her husband Sean sat and watched as the large and lumbering Sabrina pulled down the dropcloth covering her imposing full length mirror.

Yakov Bok enjoyed himself immensely as he watched Tonya Aguilar continue to chow down on the enchanted cappuccino muffin. His eyes had a wild gleam to them as he sat next to her and leaned toward her ear.

“That’s right, Mrs. Aguilar. It’s a rather delicious muffin isn’t it? And you’ve always had quite the sweet tooth and a real things for carbs. You're a carb queen, a sugar fiend, a desperate little junk food junkie who's been trying to hide her addiction for a long time now, but the evidence is very clearly starting to show. You eat a lot of sugar and fat, and you know where it’s going.”

As Tonya’s double chin grew more prominent she felt a pressure growing in her midsection, her stomach pressing against a girdle that she swore she wasn’t wearing before she came here.

Ms. Gulch felt another belch escape her throat as her body continued to expand. The fat that was filling her hands expanded downward and began to stretch the skin of her arms. She felt a bit like a balloon animal being inflated as her limbs grew fatter. She tried to reach for her wand, but the waifish blonde easily dispatched her. And as Ms. Gulch and Mrs. Aguilar’s daughters rose to defend them, the blonde disarmed them as well, and they soon found wands pressed to their backs by more unknown allies of Julie’s family.

“You absolute bitch. You- you owe me everything. I taught you. I gave you a job. You- You can’t do this to me! UUURRRRRRRP!”

The blonde just stared down at her, admiring her handiwork.

“I owe you nothing. You were a lush and a lousy teacher who wanted to see me lose and turn into a powerless fatty. Let’s just say I’ve found a better employment opportunity and you’re going to get what you deserve, everything you wanted for me.”

Ms. Gulch wanted to spit and scream some more bile, but found her voice catching in her throat as her face grew fatter with her double chin expanding outward and giving her the look of a rather fat toad.

Across town, Mrs. and Mr. Hargrove looked in the mirror hoping to find a reality in which their daughter Eloise was slim and powerful again, but instead they found themselves staring into a reality where they were fat and powerless just like her, and that reality started to bleed through into their own.

As Vanessa Hargrove stared blankly into the mirror, her trim middle began to expand, becoming a paunch, and then a pot belly, and then a full blown flabby gut. Peter Hargrove, a vain man who had always been proud of his physical fitness soon found his tight six pack becoming a flabby paunch as well. It became a flabby belly that hung out and over the waistband of his suit pants, not that he could do anything about it as all he was capable of doing was looking into the mirror as he and his wife’s figures were changed forever with the vain power couple becoming redundantly plump.

Tonya Aguilar couldn’t stop eating even as her daughter Reya screamed for her to stop. But she kept biting into the cappuccino muffin and the muffin kept regenerating again and again, and each bite found itself settling as new pounds on Tonya’s body all under the influence of Yakov.

“That’s right. The world is so troublesome, so much pressure. It’s much easier to just give in and eat. Food is so comforting for you. You just want to give in and give up. Give up everything. Give up your figure and your powers.”

As Tonya’s powers drained from her, they were replaced by plenty of fat. Her stomach grew bigger and became a large saggy sack of fat that spilled into her lap and started to fill it. Her lap grew fatter thanks to the rapidly expanding thickness of her thighs which began to press together even as they filled her seat and spilled over the edge. The other part of her that began to spill over the edges of her seat was her expanding ass. It grew wider, thicker, fatter, and softer. Her spongy ass cheeks pushed her upward even as it squished outward. 

Tonya’s middle kept growing with her love handles growing thicker and her belly segmenting into a massive double belly for her growing and sagging breasts to rest on. Her arms grew big and blubbery to match the rest of the fattening figure. Her face grew rounder, filling with fat and gaining a set of jiggly jowls with the requisite doughy double chin that was a constant presence and a signal of her true transformation into a fatty. By the time she was done going, and the muffin was actually consumed, Tonya Aguilar was a big round ball of blubber whose formerly flowing robes were now stretched tight to the point of making her look like a parade balloon.

Nearby, Bernila Gulch also continued to balloon. Her arms kept inflating and that same fat filled every part of her. Her breasts grew to massive proportions, getting so big that the fattening of her upper body eventually caused the zipper hidden by the top collar of her robe to pop and then begin to undo itself. The zipper flew down even faster, eventually just blowing off and completely coming undone by the force of her ballooning belly. Her growing gut forced her robes to become completely open to reveal the cursed dress that Bernila’s girl, the treacherous blonde, had crafted for her. Its sparkling blue fabric was stretched taut against her fattening body, and her roundness made the dress look like it would have been perfect for a misguided attempt at a sexy blueberry costume.

Bernila thighs pushed together and her ass expanded, and her daughter Darla was standing there watching, powerless to help her now massive mother who just kept getting faster and found herself able to do nothing but occasionally belch as her body grew and her powers drained. As this happened, the waifish blonde put a slender hand on Bernila’s fat shoulder.

“You feel that, right? The power leaving your body? It wasn’t easy. Every drink I made you, every outfit I sewed for you was designed to slowly weaken you just enough to get you to this moment. I’ve crafted a lot of things, and your downfall is my masterpiece.”

Bernila grew bigger until the chair she was sitting on wobbled and broke, and her big blubber butt landed on the ground and forced another huge belch from her huge body.

In the antique shop, Vanessa Hargrove’s outfit grew with her but lost a bit of its luster as the fabric took on a cheaper kind of quality and looked well stretched by her expanding form. She was wearing a power suit whose sleeves were now outrageously tight around her bingo wings. Her belly grew to the point of bringing the buttons of her blouse to the point of near bursting and spreading the fabric part enough to be able to see her blubbery flesh peaking through. Vanessa’s breasts grew saggy and slightly in size but not nearly as much as the rest of her. Her thighs thickened and stretched out her pencil skirt as they pressed together and reduced her to someone doomed to waddle for the rest of her life. Her ass blew out and widened to the point of being the size perfect for embarrassingly knocking things over but also making any seat that she could fit in a comfortable one.

Her husband was not spared from any of this. His tight body became a dad-bod and then a complete blob in a matter of moments. His impressive belly hung out to an even more impressive distance than his wife’s and he gained a sizable set of moobs to sag and sit on top of it. His athletic thighs grew thick and turned him into a waddler just like his fat wife. Peter’s hair began to recede and take on a greasy sheen, and his suit became cheap and worn as his fat body stretched it out and gave him a greaseball used car salesman look.

The two kept looking into the mirror until their bodies matched their reflections and they were left with their new lives to lead, obese and powerless.

Back at the viewing platform, Annabelle Blake looked at the downfall of her cronies and whipped back around to see Julie’s entire family glaring at her with wands drawn. With no other recourse left to her, Annabelle did the only thing she could think of.

She fell to her knees.

“Please. I… I’m sorry. I… I…. I’m at your mercy. You win. You win. I’ll leave. I’ll do anything just please don’t do this. Please.”

Julie’s mother looked down at her prostate rival and her stone face formed a full smile.

“I believe this is exactly the position you were hoping to have me in. Wasn’t it? You with your daughters at your side and your friends at your back. But where are they all now? Now you shall pay, and may the witnesses of your punishment know to never take sides against my family again.”

A hush came over the crowd that until that point had been full of whispers and mutterings about just what it was they were witnessing. But when the High Mother spoke everyone knew to listen.

The cowering Annabelle continued to grovel.

“High Mother… Katrina, please. Don’t-”

But her words fell on deaf ears as Katrina and the rest of her family aimed their wands at Annabelle and struck her with their magic. Her robe dissolved away leaving Annabelle in just the tight minidress that she was wearing underneath.

Annabelle had never considered what fat knees might feel like, and if she wasn’t so damn terrified, she might have found it to be a very interesting sensation to feel the new fat around her knees providing cushion that previously wasn’t there as she knelt on the ground and looked up at Katrina, the High Mother, still hoping that somehow the fattening process that had started would be stopped.

But there was no stopping the fattening.

Instead the fattening spread throughout her legs which had always been long, trimmed and toned. Annabelle was well known for her confident strut with her toned legs ending in dainty model quality feet always dressed in stylish designer high heels. Now her thighs thickened, giving everyone behind her a great view as her pale quivering flesh slapped together and then pushed together, forcing her dress to ride upward, getting closer to her tight ass, an ass that would not stay tight for long.

As Annabelle’s legs continued to grow fatter, her ankles rose to meet her calves fusing together to form cankles, and her previously dainty feet grew fatter as well complete with sausage toes. Unlike Vivian whose fat feet were trapped in her ruddy sneakers, the only part of her out that hadn’t given way to her fat body, Annabelle’s high heels had their straps burst by her swelling feet and left her feet completely bare. Meanwhile her thighs kept growing and broad patches of cellulite began to cover them as the fat kept filling her body and moving up to her ass.

That ass began to swell, each cheek filling with fat and forcing the hem of her dress up even higher, once the hem got high enough, the momentum carried it the rest of the way, and the back of the dress shot up and exposed her fattening ass fully to the crowd. The flabby buttcheeks rippled with fat, and those same chunky cheeks seemed like they were consuming Annabelle’s panties which disappeared between them. Her buttcheeks continued to balloon, bouncing up and down as Annabelle continued to fruitlessly plea for all of this to stop.

The response to her pleas was the expansion of her trim middle into a big sagging gut. Once again the dress continued its move. As Annabelle’s belly grew into a gluttonous gut and hung downward as a turgid mass of quivering fat, abs gone and replaced by folds of flab, the dress continued to roll its way upward. This revealed Annabelle’s round middle and thick love handles which were now slabs of fat. Her gut continued to grow and sink lower toward the cold stone floor.

Annabelle’s dress rode up and exposed every part of her fleshy belly which itself became segment as it continued to grow fatter. That dress was now worn as little more than a bra which was convenient as she could feel the clasp of her actual bra break as her bosom ballooned just like the rest of her. Her breasts hung like massive udders just barely being contained by the stretchiness of the dress’ fabric. They were like heavy bowling balls that were still not near the girth of her gut.

The transformation began to wrap itself up as Annabelle’s arms grew very heavy with flabby bingo wings where her toned biceps once were, and her face grew full of fat with multiple extra chins to go with her jiggly jowls. Annabelle’s hair went limp and greasy, growing gray and sticking to her fat cheeks. As she stayed there on all fours, she looked undeniably piggish.

With the transformation finished, Katrina bent down and grabbed Annabelle’s face by its extra chins.

“I always thought Annabelle was a good name for a cow.”

Julie couldn’t help but laugh at her mother’s joke, and then she watched as her mother walked over to the mysterious blonde woman.

“Well done, Gwendolyyn. Your services have been invaluable to us. You’ve certainly more than earned your position among us.”

Gwendolyyn pushed up her classes and regarded Katrina with a thankful nod of respect.

“It is an honor to be of assistance, High Mother.”

Katrina then turned back toward the dais.

“It seems we have an empty seat on our High Council, a seat that will now be filled by my daughter Julianna, unless of course anyone objects to this appointment.”

The crowd watched and gave their silent approval to Katrina. The display provided by the dismissal of Annabelle and her allies was more than enough to quell any possible thoughts of dissent.

“Very well then. Julianna, welcome to the council.”

Julianna’s head was spinning, just a day ago she was certain she was going to be expelled from the coven for good, and now suddenly she found herself as one of its leaders.

The moment was broken up by her Aunt Calpernia who tapped her mother on the shoulder and pointed to Reyna and Darla. 

“What do we do about them?”

Katrina turned to her daughter.

“What does our newest council member suggest?”

Julie’s mouth hung wide in shock. She couldn’t believe that her mother was already entrusting her with such an important decision. And then that open mouth turned into a knowing smirk.

“I think that we still have room for one of them.”

Reyna and Darla blanched as Katrina nodded to her daughter and clapped her hands.

“Very well! One final impromptu contest then. Julianna, would you mind clearing the challenge field.

Julie looked down at the blubbering blob that was Vivian eager to humiliate her former bully turned former rival turned fat failure another time.

“Sure. Aunt Cass, would you kindly give me a hand?”

Her Aunt Cassiopeia, and the two used their wands to lift Vivian’s big fat body up in the air like she was a parade balloon and bring her toward the viewing platform. They spun her around in the air a few times causing her fat to wobble about as everybody got a good look at the helpless fat girl from every possible angle, and then they set her down on all four right next to her mother.

Vivian’s big fat belly hung so low that it pressed against and spread out on the floor giving her a soft cushion of fat to land on.

With another wave of their wands, Vivian and her mother’s old clothes were discarded and they both found themselves wearing the humiliating, and tight, janitor’s uniform that Julie’s Aunt Cass once and Vivian’s sister Elizabeth now also wore.

Katrina put her hand on Julie’s shoulder.

“Well done, Julianna. I’m proud of you.”

Julie looked around at her family’s fallen enemies with a beaming smile on her face as her mother’s approval made her heart flutter. “I’m proud of you.” Those words from her mother were almost as sweet as her revenge.

Almost.