"Habits Changed. Weight Gained." (Deviant Art 500 Watcher Special)

Hello.

This piece was created as part of Exclusive Cuts Volume 8 based on the theme of role reversal, but, because I recently reached 500 Watchers in Deviant Art (where I suspect most of my wonderful patrons originally found me) I also let my watchers suggest a piece, and, in a very rare move, I actually posted it there first.

This story was originally going to be called "Toxic Drains Leads to Gains" because the suggestion was more focused on like the literal draining of toxic traits ala Rick and Morty, but I just couldn't crack that, so I went the tried and true hypnosis act and here we are.

Deviant Art is a really important platform for me, and the great patrons that I get from there allow me to continue to focus on generating more content, including exclusive content, right here.

If people have to ability to favorite and comment on the original post, and any of my DA posts, that will help boost their exposure and therefore help me out even more which is of course, greatly appreciated.

Anyway, enough talk. Story time.

Enjoy!

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Camila wanted to eat candy so bad. She was just dying for a piece of chocolate, a bar of chocolate, a whole fountain of chocolate. But she wasn’t about to give into her cravings. Giving into cravings is for the weak. 

So she smoked another cigarette instead.

There were many foods that Camila wanted to eat that she regularly denied herself. These include desserts of all kinds and most carbohydrates among many others. Denying herself all of these delicious things led to a nasty case of anxiety and drove her into a terrible cigarette habit, two things that Camila was eager to rid herself of.

Smoking habit notwithstanding, Camila was considered by many to be absolutely smoking hot. She was a petite woman with a curvy but slim and toned body, even though she wasn’t able to workout a ton in the gym because, again, the smoking thing. She was a thin girl whose denial of treats, smoking habit, and anxiety all stemmed from her desire to stay that way. Camila knew that, if she gained any amount of weight, it would be immediately noticeable because of her height, so this led to her strict dieting and the smoking to aid in the dieting, and the two of those things gave her extreme anxiety. These things also had an additional consequence.

Camila was an incredible bitch.

Being so stereotypically slim and sexy and having worked so hard to stay that way filled Camila with a false sense of superiority that she wielded as a weapon against her own anxiety. Unfortunately for everyone else, that meant that Camila was hyper critical of others, especially fat people whom she could not stand. To her, fat people represented her own worst nightmare, as nonsensical as that was. Her own personal insecurities and distaste for the overweight, made her the kind of person who loved to mock others, to tear them down to make herself feel better.

And there was no better, fatter target for Camila than her co-worker Ellie, or Ellie the Elephant as Camila loved to call her. Ellie was an incredibly large girl, a big ball of fat who lacked self-confidence and had replaced it all with food. Ellie was an extreme emotional eater, and since Camila made her very emotional on a regular basis she was constantly eating and consistently growing fatter which meant, in a vicious cycle, Camila was able to make fun of her more.

Camila and Ellie were physical opposites. Camila had tight abs and a perky heart-shaped butt. Ellie had a spherical spare tire and an enormous blubber butt. Camila had lean legs whereas Ellie had tree trunk like thunder thighs that caused her to waddle about. Camila technically had smaller breasts than Ellie, but they were far perkier than Ellie’s sagging udders. Camila had an angular face with high cheekbones, and Ellie’s face was a round moon complete with a doughy double chin.

The one thing they did have in common was that they eventually got tired of their toxic traits. Camila wanted to rid herself of anxiety and her bad smoking habit. And Ellie wanted to gain self-confidence and stop being an over eater.

Both of them happened to end up at The Oluwai Institute at the same time. The Institute was new and seeking people willing to try out their new methods. It was an opportunity to solve their problems and get paid a little extra cash just for being a part of their research. It was a win win!

The Oluwai Institute was mostly just a week long spa experience with a host of activities and amenities designed to aid in relaxation as well as some basic vitamin enhancements. The whole thing was designed to flush out physical and mental impurities, to drain toxicity and send people out relaxed and renewed. The biggest thing that the Oluwai Institute did was its mental conditioning. Through a variety of mental influence methods, including hypnosis, and subliminal messaging, mental blocks were built up inside patients to help them break free of their toxic thoughts.

And it worked wonders!

For Ellie, she felt like a brand new woman, like she could do anything. She felt a confidence in herself that she never knew was possible. With new vigor and energy she no longer felt the need to eat her feelings. In fact, she even took to dieting and exercising with ease.

And Camila?

Well she ate chocolate for the first time in forever.

And cupcakes. And cookies. And bread, lots and lots of bread.

What Camila didn’t realize was that taking away her anxiety would also include taking away her aversion to food and intense need to diet. And getting rid of her smoking habit led to her filling her oral fixation with food. She didn’t even think to care about any possible results. And those results were many.

She was a calmer person. A kinder person.

A fatter person.

Camila’s new carefree lifestyle caused the pounds to pile on, and as she had always feared even the first few pounds were immediately obvious.

Her precious abs melted into a small little pot belly, delightfully doughy given all the bread she was eating. It had a distinct jiggle to it right away, and it formed a thick roll that liked to poke itself out from under her t-shirts or like to strain the buttons of her blouses. Camila’s thighs also quickly softened and grew noticeable saddlebags and wobbled and slapped together as she walked. Her perky pert butt also began to soften as she started to spend more time sitting on her growing ass just reclining and relaxing. Camila’s cheeks got chunky indeed and had a whole new bounce to them with each step. The rest of her softened as well, including breasts that began to overfill their cups, softer arms, and a slightly rounded face with a hint of a double chin whenever she smiled.

And Camlia was so free of anxiety that she didn’t care. Her body was her body, and she wasn’t going to deny herself anymore of the delicious delights she had been abstaining from. She was going to indulge.

With her appetite now completely unhinged with her anxiety safely locked away, Camila truly embraced her new desire to indulge.

And within a year she looked like a completely different person.

Camila may have started getting chubby, but after almost a year of indulging she had grown to be thoroughly obese.

Where once there were abs, and then a pudgy pot belly, there was now a huge spare tire, a great big fatty mass threatening to split into a true double belly as it hung over the waistbands of her pants. It sagged like an apron of fat and jiggled with the slightest movement. It was like a giant weighted pillow that stuck out in front of her, extremely soft and supple and yet massively heavy due to its sheer volume. Her middle had grown so fast, just like the rest of her there were stretchmarks along the lower part of her belly as well as on the thick love handles that accompanied it. Those love handles were large enough to give her torso a blown out barrel kind of shape and make people sitting next to her on buses, trains, or airplanes rather uncomfortable. Her greedy gut was a turgid slab of fat filled by endless pastries and pudding, chips and casseroles of all kinds. She was a well fed glutton with the gelatinous gut to prove it, and that blubbery belly was large enough to serve as a suitable shelf for the large pillowy breasts that she had grown as well.

She had true crumb catcher cleavage. Those big breasts were like sagging pendulums that swung out if she wasn’t wearing the strongest of bras, and yet the stretchmarked pillows were dwarfed by the rest of Camila’s obese body as most of the weight that she gained found itself settling elsewhere.

The other part of Camila’s body that took on a shelf-like quality just like her mammoth belly was her titanic ass. She grew two big blubbery bean bag butt cheeks, huge wobbling slabs of fat. Her gluttony grown glutes were thick with fat and covered with cellulite. Each was so large and soft that they seemed to bounce in their own rhythm when she was waddling about. They were great big chunky cushions that made sitting anywhere very comfortable provided the seat was actually larger enough to hold her and sustain her weight. She was no longer the kind of person suited for delicate antique furniture and was well on her way to being the kind who needs two chairs instead of one.

The weight of Camila’s wobbling cheeks, and, indeed the weight of the rest of her morbidly obese body was supported by two tremendous legs thickly built not with muscle but with fat. They were thighs full of thunder, great flabby things that were shaped vaguely like oversized turkey legs, extremely fatty turkey legs. The fat looked like it was in an almost perpetually melting state as it was starting to roll over her knees. And, of course, Camila was cursed with cankles as her calves and ankles had both swelled enough to be indistinguishable from each other. She even had to go up shoe sizes, abandoning her glamorous heels for simple flats because her feet had become too swollen with fat with her delicate digits becoming thick sausage toes. Her feet fat and blubbery thighs made walking a slow, awkward process as she was forced to waddle about. 

This was made all the worse by the continuous swinging of her fat ass and blubbery belly. Her gut in particular made it frequently look like she was in danger of falling down if she actually managed to get any momentum going, and her wide hips and blubber butt were prone to knocking things over and banging against tables and doorframes.

Camila’s had become almost unrecognizable, a moon of fat framed by jowls and a pair of extra chins. The angular jawline and high cheek bones were long buried under blubber. It left the previously glamorous girl with a rather dull appearance, especially since her hair had lost its luster as well since her new carefree attitude meant she spent much less time on general maintenance.

Sweats became the norm, or any other outfits that were stretchy and comfortable. Ease was what Camila had become all about, and any chances of promotions at work slipped her by as her new found laziness made her a less than ideal employee. Truth be told, she only did enough just to get by and keep her job, and spent the rest of her time being much more focused on eating.

At least, that was the case until some of the mental conditioning began to wear off.

It was like Camlia suddenly looked in a mirror one day and realized what had happened to her. She screamed for a solid two minutes. Camila had clear memories of her whole year of being anxiety free. It wasn’t like she had come out of a coma. It was just that with the mental blocks keeping her anxiety at bay wearing down, her usual anxiety triggers came back to the forefront, and, unfortunately, that meant that Camila was robbed of the body confidence she had developed over time and resorted back to her original toxic fears. 

Being fat was her nightmare and she was living it.

All of the names she used to call fat girls now, in her mind, applied to her and she was devastated. And as she waddled about with her own self-confidence shattered, it was easy for her to become more susceptible to the cattiness of others and feel like a big fat punching bag. It was like she finally felt the full karmic weight of her past vanity and cruel actions. She was tormented by the insecurities she had projected onto others, a prisoner to her own prejudices.

As for her former tormentee, Ellie the Elephant, well she was not nearly as large. Ellie had successfully lost a lot of weight, and, more importantly, discovered a love for herself and her body that she had been previously missing. Although she was still larger than what many fools in society would hold up as a false ideal, Ellie was a confident girl who owned her curves, and she felt no need to waste her time stressing out about having to be a certain size. And she never forgot where she came from and never made a point of humiliating others (even though she did enjoy a bit of secret schadenfreude over Camila’s troubles- Camila the Cow as she sometimes said only in her own head. She was happy and productive and progressing professionally. Her life was shaping up to be as happy as possible.

Meanwhile, Camila was stuck living a menial existence, toiling along at her job without the hope of advancement that she had originally envisioned for herself. Her days were full of lumbering about with her fat body, waddling about her peers and dealing with the prejudices of herself and society. Thanks to her short stature, she was basically a bowling ball of fat. With all her blubber, Camila felt like a whale, and she had to accept it. She was a fat girl and was always going to be a fat girl. There was no going back for her. The only thing she was certain of was that she was going to be getting fatter because now she, not Ellie, was the emotional eater. Food was her comfort. It was all she had, and so she knew she was doomed to grow fatter and fatter.

But at least she never smoked a cigarette again.