The Scales of Time: Vivian's Interlude

Take a look inside Vivian's mind as she takes a trip down her new memory lane and tries to plot her final move against Julie. Eloise returns!

I know we all want to get to climactic fight between Julie and Vivian, but I've been wanting to take this trip with Vivian for quite a while, and I hope it proves to be a satisfying experience.

Enjoy!

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Vivian was incredibly over being fat. She had no room in her cold heart for body positivity, and wanted nothing more to revert back to her stereotypically slim and sexy self, the way things ought to be. She hated being this ball of blubber that Julie the Absolute Landwhale had turned her into. Even more than the thirst for vengeance, which twisted and burned like a knot made of fire underneath all of the buttery blubber that made up her belly, Vivian decided to return her body to the shape she felt the most confident in and to reclaim the power that she knew was rightfully hers.

Vivian used to have the sweetest dreams, dreams of success and power. She used to live those dreams. She was as sexy as she was ambitious and she had the whole world in the palm of her hand. This was especially true when it came to the people around her. With her body and her confidence, she turned heads, drew eyes to her, and once she commanded the attention she craved and deserved, she was adept at getting people to do whatever she wanted. People wanted to please her. They loved her. They feared her. Vivian was the person people dreamed of being and their worst nightmare if they got in her way.

But now Vivian’s mind was muddled with new memories. Horrible memories that she was forced to carry with her even though she knew she should not have them. They were her own and not her own, and she did not want them. Yet the magic would not yield. It crammed the memories into her mind leaving it tighter than her overtaxed pants spilling with fat. She could feel them squirming around in there as everything was still fluid as if the magic was trying to keep things as elastic as possible knowing that at any moment it would need to rip these memories out and substitute new ones.

This was magic far beyond the scale even she was used to dealing with, she doubt it touched upon what most in her coven had ever tried. Normally, the witches in Vivian’s coven worked in the present or the near past. And then the magic filled in the gaps, vague memories, hand waves, a lack of caring about how something is. Usually the magic worked in deja vu and mental fog, memories like matte paintings in the background.

But to stitch up years worth of time, to change everything for so many people, while still maintaining a full set of original memories of how things really were… Vivian could see why too many shifts would be maddening, why her and Julie were already pushing the boundaries going this far.

And these memories were just so vivid, as she slipped through time itself it was like she could reach out and grab them, playing them over in her head.

She saw herself at the end of freshman year of college. Before ballooning to the size she was now, Vivian would have called this version of herself chubby, but suddenly she saw this slightly overweight version of the vixen she once was and she was jealous. Her heart tugged with a longing to be that thin again.

Vivian saw her slightly chubby self sitting with her usual crew of Eloise, Darla, and Reyna, powerful witches in their own right, the perfect cronies. She cringed at the sight of herself wearing a deep v-neck t-shirt that fit much better about a dozen or so pounds ago. The shirt she remembered was an attempt to draw focus to her slightly larger breasts by creating a dramatic bit of cleavage. But all she could see now was the bit of belly pudge poking out from underneath her shirt. It was a rogue roll of fat that forced the shirt to ride upward as it announced itself to the world. The blubbery bit of belly quivered as Vivian ate her brunch, a meal that was far too large and that she was eating far too quickly.

“Jeez, Vivian. Don’t choke on it.” snickered Eloise which got the other girls chuckling in turn, but chubby Vivian was too busy scarfing down her double bacon egg and cheese on a croissant and getting crumbs everywhere to truly notice and/or care.

Chubby Vivian didn’t realize it at the time- too busy tucking into a big piece of quiche- but fat Vivian could see Darla and Reyna leaning toward each other in a whispered conversation.

“Damn, she sure has been eating a lot more recently.”

“And it shows.”

“I wonder how she can put all that away.”

“Well, I’ll tell you where it’s going, to that gut she’s growing.”

“She better be careful, or she’s going to get really fat.”

“Yeah. It’s bad enough that she’s getting tubby. If she’s not careful, she’ll be a real cow.”

“She’s already eating like a pig. Oink. Oink.”

“Oink. Oink. Oink.”

The girls snorting drew chubby Vivian’s attention, and she whipped her head toward them. She thought about saying something, but to address the oinking would be to admit that they were at her expense which was tantamount to admitting that she actually had a weight problem. Instead she took another angry bite of her sandwich and sent a dribble of runny egg down her chin. It landed in her cleavage which drew another bout of barely contained laughter from the other ladies at the table.

With the sandwich and quiche polished off in short order, Vivian reached for a cupcake.

“Do you really want that?” asked Eloise with a well pointed eyebrow raise.

“What?” asked chubby Vivian incredulously. She was already sizing up Eloise’s incoming attack.

“I mean. Do you really think you need a cupcake?”

“I want the cupcake?”

“But should you really be having it?”

The two stared at each other locked in a battle of wills. This was a moment of great contention, the kind of moment that signals a possible shift in power. Eloise was practically daring chubby Vivian to ask her next question, and Vivian, still overconfident, still believing she could confront Eloise directly and shut her down, fell right into the trap.

“And why shouldn’t I?”

Eloise’s sneer shifted into a Cheshire cat grin. She had caught her canary.

“Because you’re getting fat.”

Vivian practically fell out of her chair.

“WHAT?!???” She couldn’t believe the unmitigated gaul that this girl, her friend, her toadie, would say something so bold. There was only one thing she could think to do, double down with blanket denial.

“I am not getting fat.”

“Then what’s this?”

Eloise reached under the table and tickled the tell-tale tub that was hanging from Vivian’s midsection. Vivian recoiled and was too stunned to say anything, so Eloise pressed her advantage.

“Admit it. You’ve gotten kinda tubby.”

“I am not tubby!”

“Stand up.”

“What?”

“Stand up!”

Too flustered to think of anything else to do, chubby Vivian found herself giving in to Eloise’s aggression and submissively doing what she was told. As soon as she did, Eloise reached forward and pinched one of the love handles that made up Vivian’s muffin top right there in front of anyone who was able to see.

Laughter rang out.

“Fuck you!” yelled Vivian.

She grabbed the cupcake and shoved it into her mouth as she walked away, not caring about the crumbs that she left flying. On her way out she grabbed a pair of cookies so that she could go and find a dark little corner to eat them in like a good little fat girl, a naughty little piglet.

Fat Vivian couldn’t stand it anymore and let herself fall back into the stream.

One year later, Vivian found herself again, fatter than before and hobbling around the dining hall in a walking boot. This chubbier Vivian was crammed into a tracksuit, the most ironic form of attire for someone so clearly injured and also clearly out of shape. Perhaps crammed was the wrong word, fat Vivian thought. Crammed implied that she was fitting into it, and this chubbier Vivian was clearly burst out of her tracksuit.

It was like chubbier Vivian was already giving up. Her belly was big and lazy and pushed the top she was wearing up past her belly button even when she was just walking around. Her thighs were causing the fabric of her pants to rub together. Fat Vivian felt her own thighs, now massive tree trunks and knew that this past version of herself was currently doomed to grow thunder thighs that would make her waddle. She missed the days of even hobbling around with the walking boot on because it still made her movement less slow and awkward.

Chubbier Vivian’s ass had just given up. It had no illusions of being firm and was just a chunky, broken down, sagging mess. It was clear that her inability to work out, and the extra calories from her incessant snacking had the largest effect on the muscles of her formerly tight butt which were now very mushy. She was getting a fat butt indeed.

Fat Vivian was her chubby hands along her own broad backside and sighed at the realization that even if she used two hands on one blubbery cheek she couldn’t fit all the fat in them.

She watched this past version of herself stuff her face with an ungodly amount of pasta and breadsticks. She was making a mess of sauce and crumbs as she scarfed down her meal like there was no tomorrow. It was a mess of slop, and she was the pig, a greedy, gluttonous pig. 

Vivian wanted to tell herself to stop. She reached out, ready to make this her moment in the shift, to try and change everything for her right here, to get her diet back on track and hopefully avoid becoming the full on landwhale that she was. But it was like something was stopping her… or… someone.

“Julie.”

She could sense that medding fat girl. That fantastically fat bitch (ignoring the fact that they were currently the same size) was messing with her mind, MAKING her eat. That’s how she did it!

As the chubbier Vivian continued to stuff her face under Julie’s influence, fat Vivian felt herself shoved back into the timestream, now more desperate than ever to pick her perfect shot to turn things around with ideas slipping through her fat fingers like sand. And as she slipped she found herself landing in another horrible moment in time.

Closer to the present, like a mirror it was a scene reminiscent of a memory she held of her and Eloise. It was the dining hall again, and this time Eloise was standing in front of an obese Vivian and grabbing the obese witch’s bulbous belly like Vivian did to the fallen Eloise.

“OINK OINK, PIGGY! Ha! Does that even do you justice?”

Elosie slapped Vivian’s belly.

“You’re more of a cow.”

She slapped it again and watched as it jiggled furiously.

“Or a whale.”

Eloise shook the obese Vivian’s belly with one hand while spanking her pathetic blubber butt with the other.

“Whatever you are, it’s fat as hell. You’re a big lard ass loser, Fatso. Disgusting! You blob!”

Both Vivian’s were crying as the fatter present day Vivian slipped back into the timestream. She needed to beat Julie. She needed to turn things around, but she needed to see something else first, a desperate hope clinged to her heart.

And she was rewarded.

There she was just the day before her contest, sitting alone in the dining hall. She was her currently obese form and with plates of food stacked around her, but that wasn’t what she cared about. No. What she wanted to see more than anything was who was serving sloppy joes that day.

And sure enough, there she was, the defeated Eloise still looking like a full on blubber blob. The only difference in this memory was that it was Darla and Reyna making fun of Eloise, shaking her belly, spanking her lard filled ass. Vivian just sat there eating, quietly chuckling, enjoying the schadenfreude and hoping they wouldn’t soon be coming for her. As present Vivian turned away, she knew that the last part would not come true.

But Vivian couldn’t think about that anymore. She had savored a small bit of revenge, but she couldn’t settle for that. She couldn’t allow herself to forget that these memories were not real. They were place holders until she could set things right. She should be the one shaking Eloise’s big belly. She should be smacking Julie’s fat ass.

She had to think, had to pick a moment. Even now she could feel Julie closing in, chasing her down.

Wait.

That was it.

Vivian opened her mind. She let it fill the whole time stream at once, not searching for herself but for Julie. She could sense her, following her. The fool. She had gotten predictable, blown her advantage. Now Vivian knew where she would be going, and it was wherever Vivian was which meant it would be wherever Vivian wanted it to be.

The dining hall. It always came back to the dining hall. And that memory of Julie forcing Vivian to eat like an absolute pig.

“You fat bitch. Two can play your game, and I’m destined to play it better.”

Vivian waited, stretched her mind taut, let Julie get close and then pulled her with her like a fish caught on the line.

Suddenly she was just outside the dining hall less than an hour before her challenge, and her ethereal form flew into Julie’s body. She could feel Julie falling right into her trap.

“Checkmate, piggy. It’s time to eat.”