"The Scales of Time": Chapter 12

Here it is, the penultimate chapter (not counting the two epilogues I have planned). This baby clocks in at 3,000 words on the button and includes a moment that I have waited months to write. I was very excited to put it into words, and I'm equally excited for you to read it.

Enjoy!

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Vivian could be beaten. Vivian could be fat. She was fat. Julie had made her fat, and she could make her fatter. It seemed so strange, so petty of a thing to hold onto when the stakes were so impossibly grand. The fat of the entire coven hung in the balance, and yet all Julie could focus on was the way that Vivian’s blubber belly hung like a loose apron of fat over the waistband of her pants, and how much she wanted to make the greedy gut sag all the way down to Vivian’s fat knees. Julie wanted to make Vivian so fat that she was dripping with folds of flesh, tree trunk thighs rolling with fat rolling over the knees to meet her belly. She wanted Vivian to look like an over inflated Michelin man.

Julie’s entire family could be brought low. Her powerful mother could somehow be struck down and left groveling in submission, and all Julie could focus on was her intense hatred of Vivian and her desire to turn her into a pathetic, submissive pig. She pictured forcing Vivian onto all fours with her fat stomach hanging so low that it pressed against the floor. She wanted to see Vivian’s entire massively obese body quiver as she stood over her, fat flesh quaking in fear.

It was a singular focus, and it was a good thing that Julie was able to hold onto it because she almost wretched as she arrived at her destination. Her stomach was doing flips, and the whole world felt like it was spinning. Julie stumbled on her unsteady feet and nearly took a tumble into a nearby bush before she caught her balance. Each step was like walking on a slanted funhouse floor.

She looked down at herself in an attempt to gather her bearings and found that while still heavy she was thinner than she had been in years, seven years to be precise. So she knew she was in the right time.

Now all Julie had to do was get to the right place.

That was easier said than done, but she took off one step at a time in the direction that she knew Vivian would be.

Her legs were wobbly, not just because of the fat but because of the feeling that she had pushed herself one shift too far. She felt like she was moving through sludge while carrying big heavy sandbags. And her head was already beginning to throb. Too many new memories, too many old memories, and far too many possible memories all waiting to rip her mind apart if she stayed here for too long. With time of the essence, and the trees already doubling in her vision, she kept going putting one fat foot in front of the other as she trudged toward the great oak tree.

And there she was, Vivian, hidden about fifty yards behind the oak with a conniving grin on her face, eager to play her role and doom Julie’s family.

She could hear it off in the distance, the sounds of charms and counter charms clashing together, the back and forth battle of arcane blasts as Julie’s aunt Cass and Vivian’s sister Elizabeth raced toward the finish line of their contest with her Aunt Cass in the lead as she neared the great oak tree.

Vivian drew her wand ready to manipulate the roots of the oak tree just enough to trip Cass and cost her everything.

And then the branch hit her.

Vivian whipped around to see Julie with her own wand drawn, and before she could even do anything, the ivy that covered the tree she had hidden behind lashed around her, and the branch came down and covered up her mouth to stop her from screaming.

But Julie could still see the surprise within Vivian’s eyes.

And the fear.

Julie grinned like a shark as she twisted up the tree root and called on it to pull Vivian’s wand out of her hand. She watched as her Aunt Cass rounded the corner of the great oak tree and headed toward the finish line home free. 

It was all over. Julie had accomplished what she’d come here for, and she felt the tug of time pulling her back.

But she still had some unfinished business.

“I know you don’t know this yet, but you’ve lost. You’ve lost far more than just this moment.”

Julie was slow and deliberate as she moved toward the bound and helpless Vivian, lifting up her shirt to tickle Vivian’s abs.

“You really are quite the sight. So gorgeous. I get why you’re so confident, so vain. It’s almost a shame that I’ve just ruined it all for you.”

Julie leaned down and pressed her lips against Vivian’s abs.

“Just a little kiss goodbye for you.”

Vivian’s eyes were darting, looking for help, looking for a way out. Her wild eyed disbelief that this fat girl, Julie of all people could have bested her was impossible to believe, and yet here she was helpless to do anything.

“Do you want to know what happens now? You’re going to get fat. You’re going to get really fat. This hot body that you have, that’s so precious to you. It’s going to blow up like a balloon. You’re going to turn into the kind of obese hog that you’ve always made fun of. You think I’m fat right now? It’s nothing compared to the butterball that you’re going to be.”

Julie began to tickle Vivian’s trim stomach.

“These abs? They’re going to turn into a big blubbery belly,a huge spare tire of rich sagging fat. Your perfect, perky ass? It’s going to get filled with pants splitting lard. You think I’m a fat ass? You’re gonna be a double wide. Your broken down trailer ass is going to be paired with a pair of tremendous thunder thighs that will have you waddling instead of strutting around like you own the place. And your breasts, you’re going to need a real heavy duty over the shoulder boulder holder to hoist your massive mammaries. Get ready to have a lot of pain in your fat back.”

She stroked Vivian’s delicate chin.

“Your pretty face is going to be no more. It’s going to be a bloated mess with jiggly jowls and a doughy double chin. You’re going to look like a real pig.”

With a simple flick of her wrist, Julie conjured up a doughnut and slowly brought it to Vivian’s lips.

“And when the weight piles on, I want you to know that every pound of it is because of me. Don’t you dare try to blame anybody or anything else. I want you to remember that I’m the one that beat you. I’m the one that made you fat. Enjoy your years of pigging out and porking up.”

The branch moved, and Vivian went to scream only to find herself taking a big bite of chocolate frosted doughnut. 

“It didn’t have to be like this, you know. I offered you a way out, but you wanted to destroy me, destroy my family. So now you reap what you fucking sow you soon to be fat bitch!”

Julie shoved the rest of the doughnut into Vivian’s mouth and let the tug of time pull her back to the present.

Back at the present Julie was not thin, but she was lighter, and she was curvy. As she looked at herself she could feel just how in shape she was. She had an oversized hourglass, still with a very generous belly that pressed against the skintight black dress that she was wearing. She had thick thighs that still carried a large amount of fat but were also built up with muscle. Every part of her felt lighter but stronger, and her heart soared with confidence. It was a wave of euphoria that she was riding, and it rose even higher as she looked over at the ball of blubber that Vivian had become.

Vivian was clad in a sweatsuit that she was bursting out of. The zipper of her sweat jacket had clearly been broken by her blubber and left the jacket with no choice but to be wide open serving more as ornamentation than anything else. The food stained tank top underneath rode up exposing the entire lower half of her double belly.

That glorious, gluttonous gut was far beyond blubbery, it was an apron of fat that hung as far out over the waistband of her overtaxed sweatpants as gravity would allow before melting downward like bubblegum left out in the sun, spilled over the waistband and reached down trying desperately to get to her fat knees. That desperate desire to get as low as possible had produced an array of bright red stretch marks atop a pattern of smaller older silver ones marking how much Vivian’s expansive stomach has expanded over time. Vivian’s gut was heavy yet pillowy enough to jiggle at the slightest movement, and Vivian was full of panicked movement as she pawed at it in disbelief which of course meant that it jiggled like mad jello along with the rest of her extremely obese body.

Julie noted with glee that judging by the perceived girth of Vivian’s heavy gut, that it was fatter than her own roly-poly belly ever was. She laughed as Vivian shook her fat in a mix of unhinged anger, horror and despair. The wails of the whale that Vivian had become landed like beautiful music notes on Julie’s ears as she watched her baby beluga blubber while holding her blubbery belly. Chubby fingers dug into spongy flesh desperately trying to tear it off or push it back in or squeeze it hard enough to apply the heat and pressure needed to magically turn it into diamond hard abs. But there would be no further transformation save for adding more merciless pounds of pudge coming once the contest was officially over. Any hope of ever having a trim waist again was impossible, there wasn’t a star bright enough to wish upon.

To only look at the massiveness of the front of her belly was to do a disservice to her sides, those hefty flanks hung like meat in a butcher’s window completing a mighty muffin top. The sides of her sweat jacket were pushed outward and up by the big sweaty love handles that wrapped around her body until they formed a roll of back fat so thick that it also rolled over her waistband just like her belly. In fact, Vivian’s body was so fat that if you dressed her in the right outfit with her lower roll of blubber and her back boobs, and took a picture of her from between the neck and her titanic ass, you could be fooled into thinking you were looking at a fat girl from the front.

That ass, once Vivian’s prized possession was porky as hell. To call her ass two hams fighting would be unfair to hams. They were far larger, each one like a mini-bean bag chair cushioned with fat and covered with cellulite. Just like her jacket could not contain all of her belly blubber, her sweatpants could not contain all that cheek. Those chunky cheeks bloomed over the top like doughy popovers rising in the oven. The broken down junk in her trunk was spilling out the top and threatening to rip free everywhere else. It was very clear that her ass, once tight and now titanic, had left the seat of her pants well worn by the wide load they were forced to bear. And with every panicked stumbling step that Vivian took those butt cheek bounced to and swaying and straining the fabric further.

Julie couldn’t get enough of how wide and full of lard Vivian’s big butt was. She thought back to all the times Vivian had called her a pathetic fat ass, and now here she was, just like with her belly, she had an enormous ass larger than Julie’s used to be and doomed to get bigger. She was the pathetic fat ass now, a plump pathetic pig. She loved to watch Vivian stagger around with those chunky cheeks bobbing up and slapping down.

And when those cheeks slapped down they slapped onto tree trunk sized thunder thighs. Each one was twice the size of what Vivian’s waist used to be, they were huge quivering tubes of flesh that pressed together and pressed outward. Julie could see how badly Vivian’s saddlebags strained the seams of her sweats. Even as Vivian staggered about her thighs were so big that they made her swing her entire body from side to side like a big fat penguin. 

Julie laughed out loud at the sight of Vivian’s useless waddling thinking back to all the times she remembered Vivian strutting forward ready to torment her. Now Vivian was the tormented one with thunder thighs that culminated in swollen cankles and fat feet. Vivian could have been a model and one point, and now with that waddle she was nothing more than a clumsy fatty. She was a glorious mess whose fat body thanks to the combination of her bulbous butt, thick thighs, ballooned out belly and wide hips she was now round enough to be the kind of person who constantly bumped into things, knocking things over and having to apologize for her massive body over and over again. Julie knew that humiliation well, and it was Vivian’s life now.

Back up top, Vivian’s chest had ballooned as well. Her boobs were over inflated cushions of fat that surged forward and hung down similar to her blubber belly, and just like her belly, her massive mams were also covered in stretch marks. They were so big that they were practically bursting out of her bra and could be clearly seen stretching out the top of the tank top she was wearing and giving her an absolute canyon of cleavage. Unlike Vivian’s massive belly, her breasts which would normally be quite impressive were dwarfed by the big belly they were resting on it like massive globes on a broken shelf.

Just like Julie had promised, Vivian’s face was now a bloated mess. It was somehow even fatter and rounder than the last time Julie had seen her here on the contest ground. Her cheeks had grown chubbier with jowls that made her frightened eyes look even smaller. Those eyes were wide with panic and still looked beady because of her fat cheeks. As Vivian looked around her like a frightened animal stuck in a cage, her multiple chins wobbled.

Even Vivian’s arms had gotten extra fat, those flabby bingo wings were taxing the sleeves of the sweat jacket. A lot of her fat wrists was exposed not because that was the cut of the jacket but because her fat arms were forcing the sleeves up as they strained the seams. The fat of her billowy arms encased in the overtaxed fabric of the jacket made her arms look like big throw pillows. 

Julie remembered how toned and strong looking Vivian’s arms used to be, thin and wiry with muscle, and it thrilled her to no end to see that she had reduced Vivian to an obese weakling with fat arms that ended in chubby hands with sausage fingers weakly gripping her wand.

And with no magical shield still around her.

Julie raised her wand, and Vivian turned just in time to look her dead in the eye.

“Please, don’t,” she mouthed with her trembling lips just barely parting.

But Julie was already firing her blast.

Vivian made one last attempt to raise her fat arm for a counter charm, blowing a seam in her sleeve and letting her bingo wing flap.

The arcane bolt hit Vivian’s chubby hand and set the wand flying.

Vivian watched impotently as the wand spun end over end and then landed with its point sticking into the dirt. She fell to her fat knees with her entire body quaking and her flabby belly spilling into her lap.

She was done.

The crowd greeted her downfall with thunderous applause as they stood to cheer Julie’s astounding victory.

A breathless Julie looked up at the rest of her coven. She was soaking it all in. This was her moment, the moment that for so long she thought she would never have, and everyone was here to share this moment as she reveled in her triumph. She could see them all, everyone clapping that wasn’t one of Vivian’s or her mother’s cronies. This included the waifish blonde who worked for Mrs. Aguilar- who had one hand on her stomach looked like she was struggling to hold down her last meal, and Yakov Bok, the dark haired man Julie had seen going into her mother’s office and who was now standing next to Mrs. Gulch who was so busy eating a cappuccino muffin that she looked dead to the world around her.

Vivian’s mother Annabelle was blanched like a sheet and practically falling out of her seat as the rest of the coven’s council rose to their feet. 

Julie made eye contact with her normally stone and stoic mother who was slowly clapping with the smallest hint of a smirk emerging in the corner of her mouth. She was flanked on left by Julie’s Aunt Calpurnia, the booze expunged from her body which was now tight and tanned as ever. She was hooting and hollering louder than anyone else in between turning and laughing at the mostly fainted Annabelle Blake.

And on her right hand, in all her glory, was Julie’s Aunt Cassandra.

Julie and her looked at each other with tears running down their cherubic cheeks.

Then Julie felt something, and she couldn’t tell if it was the ground shaking or just the fluttering of her heart.

She looked over at the defeated Vivian ready for what would come next.