The Scales of Time: Chapter 8

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Vivian was chubby. The formerly perfect woman has gained a significant amount of unflattering flab, pudge in all the wrong places. She was pudgy, tubby, borderline fat.

At the risk of tipping her hand quite a bit, Julie laughed out loud at the sight of her rival. She was overjoyed to see just how much Vivian’s formerly lithe, athletic frame had grown, expanding outward with soft jiggling flab the wanted so badly to droop downward. Julie knew it was only a start, but the fact that she knew she was the cause of Vivian going from a slim and sexy queen to looking so chubby and out of shape made her entire body tingle as a strong warmth grew between her legs. It was such a thrill to be in such control, and Julie understood immediately how Vivian had let her previous power go to her head. Just knowing that Vivian was one step closer to looking more like Julie, morbidly obese, than her original slim hottie body was enough to bring Julie to the edge.

She had to take a closer look at the rival’s exact changes. She needed to enjoy every moment of this.

It may have been odd that the first thing Julie really noticed about Vivian’s cubbier form was her hands. But Julie had spent so much of her life having Vivian’s slender fingers pointed at her, or had her opinions- no her entire being- dismissed with the wave of her or, and she had felt those same hands pinch, and prod, and poke and jiggle her belly fat enough times that she was well familiar with them. And the fact that Vivian was angrily pointing her wand directly at her while staring at the back of her other hand in shock further helped to bring Jule’s attention to those previously delicate digits.

It wasn’t that Vivian’s hands were extremely different, but the changes, though nuanced, were there. Her hands had a softness to them that did not exist before. Julie wouldn’t call Julie’s fingers sausages just yet, but they certainly weren’t the piano fingers she had before. No, Vivian wouldn’t have a career as a hand model to fall back on once this was done.

Julie laughed at the idea of Vivian doing any sort of modeling once she was through with her. With how incredibly obese planned on making Vivian the former vixen, she’d be too fat to even cut it as a plus sized model. Hell, Julie was hoping to fatten up Vivian so much that the only modeling she would be able to do would be degrading herself for fat fetishists. Now that was an idea, Vivian, former queen be, prim and proper, stuck up snob reduced to a mound of fat, an incredibly obese hog desperate for clicks and humiliating herself, showing off her rolls and folds of fat and stuffing herself silly, just for some attention and money to scrape by.

But the hands- Julie couldn’t get too distracted by potential futures. She had to stay focused and savor this present. The biggest change that Julie noticed in Vivian’s borderline chubby hands was the slight lack of confidence with which she was holding her wand. Even clenched in anger, the wand waved just enough for Julie to see that Vivian’s steady arm was trembling slightly.

And while Vivian’s hands had only slightly changed, the changes to Vivian’s arms were far more noticeable. Fortunately, Vivian was still wearing the same outfit that she had originally shown up in. This meant that, thanks to the black sleeveless blouse, Julie could clearly see the distinct lack of muscle definition in Vivian’s arms. They were still substantially smaller than Julie’s blubbery limbs, but Vivian’s arms had definitely gotten soft and flabby. Chubby was the perfect word to describe what had become of her previously slender- but well defined by wiry muscle- limbs.

It was a fabulous tease of things to come. As Vivian shook in a mix of shock and anger, Julie could see the quivering of the fat on her biceps and she couldn’t help but imagine that blowing up to full blown bingo wings, big fatty limbs with flabby biceps that drooped so much they rolled over her chubby elbows.

Vivian’s breasts were disappointingly bigger, but they seemed to have at least a little more sag to them. Julie looked forward to turning them into massive udders. If Vivian had huge sagging breasts, massive stretch marked mammaries, she knew that the weight of them and the struggle to carry them around would well surpass any pride in their size that Vivian might feel. Julie knew she certainly felt that about her own breasts. Although, to her delight, her own breasts had shrunken to a still luscious but much more manageable size. Vivian would not be so lucky. As she slipped through time, Julie had several visions of Vivian where Vivian’s yo-yo dieting caused her precious breasts to shrink to itty bitty titties before her belly got anywhere close to flat. How unfortunate for her.

Julie’s gaze quickly dropped past Vivian’s widened middle and down to her chunked up thighs. Luckily for Julie, Vivian had chosen to make a power statement today by wearing black leather pants, and now those pants were looking like an incredibly poor decision. They looked stretched out and overtaxed thanks to the thicker thighs that they were holding underneath, and Julie imagined that Vivian was in need of some serious baby powder to prevent any chafing. Vivian’s thighs were on the verge of being called thunder thighs. They were crammed in the leather pants, but even with the leather to hold them in place it was clear that she was developing saddlebags.

If anything, Julie wished that Vivian was relegated to the fat girl uniform of stretchy leggings so that she could see how truly soft Vivian’s thighs had become. She was sure that if they were not confined to the tight leather pants the pale flesh would be quivering like jello and she knew from her visions of the past that Vivian was now cursed with dimply cellulite. Julie looked forward to a future where Vivian’s chunky thighs became truly thick thunder thighs. She imagined them crammed like sausages in the leather pants, threatening to start fires as they rubbed together. Julie wanted to see Vivian waddling about like a big fat cow with her legs having to awkwardly swing around because her thighs had grown fatter than her waist used to be.

The one other thing Julie wished was that Vivian was turned around so that she could get a full sense of what had become of her ass. Although, even looking straight on, it was clear that Vivian’s ass had grown fatter and wider. Julie could see the sides of Vivian’s formerly perky now overly plump posterior as it ballooned out and stretched the confines of her leather pants to their limit. The one good thing that Vivian’s leather pants were doing for her was holding her chunky ass cheeks in place and giving them the illusion of shape. Julie imagined that without the structure of the leather to hoist her blossoming butt cheeks up, Vivian’s lard filled ass would be a sloppy mess of flabby butt cheeks waving about in the wind, jiggling at the slightest movements, chunked up and covered in cellulite.

Julie wanted to blow Vivian’s butt cheeks up into a true blubber butt. She wanted to give her twin saggy sacks of lard to weigh her down. She pictured Vivian growing so large and having an ass so astronomically fat that it got wedged into chairs, a wideload butt so impossibly huge that she would need multiple seats on an airplane, benches instead of chairs. She wanted to inflate Vivian’s cushiony cheeks into massively plush pillows of fat, a big bad bean bag booty. Julie was wet at the idea, not just from the desire to turn Vivian into a fat assed pig, but from the knowledge that her reality was closer than ever, that Vivian’s fat fate was completely in her hands.

Vivian already looked so out of shape, sweaty and winded. The formerly athletic vixen was now a sad chubby loser, her definition and cardio clearly lost, and Julie was eager to deal the final blow that sent the vain Vivian tumbling into obesity.

One thing was bugging Julie though as her eyes worked their way back up Vivian’s chubby body.

Vivian’s waist.

Yes, Vivian’s waist was certainly larger, she could see that it was pressing up against her blouse which was overly tight. Still, Vivian’s waist seemed to have far more definition to it than Julie was expecting. She was expecting a big bulging pot belly, a jiggly little gut hanging over the waistband of Vivian’s leather pants, and yet there was no such thing. While Vivian’s middle was definitely bigger it lacked the doughy muffin top that Julie was looking forward to savoring.

What Julie was able to savor was the laughter.

Most of the coven was laughing at Vivian’s pudgy, out of shape appearance. They chortled at her chubbiness, chuckled at her chunk. It was all music to Julie’s ears.

As the members of the coven, and assembled guests, looked down at the two witches, it was clear who had won the first round of their challenge. Slim and sexy Vivian had been such an incredibly arrogant bitch that even if she hadn’t affected each member of the coven personally with her arrogance, it was easy for them to slip into a sense into a strong sense of schadenfreude at Vivian’s slipshod and chubby form. For most, Julie had always been the sentimental favorite even if pretty much no one gave her a chance to win.

But things were different now. The tides were changing, and the audience could feel the magic shifting in the moment. As the magic mended itself, stitching reality together to make it all make sense, everyone found themselves with new memories. Having been there since the start of the ritual, everyone remembered things as they always had been, but now they had new glimpses of the history as it was, written thanks to Julie’s actions. They received glimpses of what they needed to know, just enough new ideas to patch things up, justify things without completely breaking their minds. Still, keeping several sets of reality in one’s brain is not easy, and several of the less experienced members of the coven passed out from the strain.

Yakov Boq had to admit that he was getting to bear witness to quite the wonder. Usually when he was involved in this level of reality shifting, he was the one pulling the strings, sitting in the driver’s seat as it were. It was a nice change of pace to be a passenger enjoying the ride for a change. The quiet, waifish blonde from earlier who was now seated near him seemed to be enjoying things from a different angle as she flexed her hand out in front of her.

The truth was that she could feel the magic shifting in another, more personal, way. Her new memories included a challenge with a more powerful Eloise. Thanks to the shift in reality, as Vivian’s social status changed, and her figure issues became a bigger distraction the bigger she got, Eloise’s confidence rose and her power within the coven grew with it. And now the blonde woman could feel the increased power, hard won from Eloise coursing through her veins. She smiled at the thought of what she would be able to do with it.

Vivian’s mother and sister looked down at poor chubby Vivian with nothing but vitriol. Her mother, Annabelle, was filled with rage and disappointment aimed squarely at her daughter who should have already won the most important challenge of their lifetime. Vivian could feel it, and that gaze made the hairs on the back of her fat neck stand up and caused her to sweat even more. Meanwhile, Annabelle’s stooges were wide eyed with panic at the sight of Vivian’s sudden vulnerability.

Julie looked up at her mother for a sign of pride. Her mother simply looked at her with a silent, stoic stare. Her Aunt Calpurnia however was absolutely doubled over and alternating between bouts of hooting and hollering and uncontrollable laughter. She was practically braying like a donkey in a drunken display made even more noticeable when juxtaposed by her sister’s stern countenance.

Julie took the inspiration from her aunt and decided to double down on this moment. She had bested skinny Vivian once. Now she wanted to keep chubby Vivian reeling, and, at the very least, she wanted to have more fun.

“Looking a little pudgy there, Tubs. You feeling okay?”

“Y-you- YOU!” Vivian stuttered, flummoxed at the thought she could have been bested even in the slightest, even momentarily, and inflamed that her perfect figure had been ruined by this impudent cow.

But Julie wasn’t going to let her fire back just yet.

“You look winded, out of shape. You been keeping up with your cardio, Chubs?”

“You cow! You whale! You dare do this to me and then have the unmitigated gall to mock me further, you disgusting pig!”

“I’d watch the language there, Chunky Buns. You’re starting to look pretty porky yourself, Piglet.”

“YOU, FAT BITCH!”

With a roar, Vivian sent a massive bolt of arcane energy that slammed fruitlessly against the magical barrier surrounding Julie.

“That all you got, Porkchop?”

“FUCK YOU! COW!”

“Right back at you, Lardo.”

Vivian’s response was to send another blast of arcane energy at Julie. This one was a sustained bolt that slammed into the barrier and began to drill its way through. Julie, more confident than she had been in her whole like and really feeling herself, failed to notice.

“Come on, Fat Ass. You can do better than that. Let’s go, Chumba Wumba.”

Vivian pushed herself further, funneling all of her arrogance and hatred into her attempts to simply force her way through the barrier and end this thing through sheer force of will. Her entire body trembled and strained with the effort.

And her efforts were working. The barrier began to shudder and wane. A hole began to wear through. Panic stretched across Julie’s face as she realized she may have gone too far.

All of this was about to be for nothing.

And then…

Pop. Pop! POP!

Vivian froze.

And Julie finally realized why Vivian’s waist hadn’t looked like she expected it would.

With a final pop, Vivian’s corset completely gave way and shot out under the front of her blouse. Once that happened it was only another moment before-

Pop pop pop pop pop.

There went the buttons of her blouse flying away from the force of her rapidly expanding belly. There it was! Vivan’s pale, squishy gut in all its glory! It was every bit the quivering mass of turgid fat that Julie had envisioned it being. It spilled over the waistband of her leather pants and in the process took out that button as well and blew apart her zipper. It was a ponderous pot belly with a mind for destruction as it made the most of its sudden freedom. As Vivian yelped in embarrassment it shook in response. It was a big flabby flapping mess, and it came with a set of matching love handles so thick that they pushed the sides of her blouse up and rolled over her leather pants giving her a generous muffin top.

Her busted corset fell to the ground, and her vaunted bust began to sag without the added support leaving Vivian looking both inflated in the middle and deflated up top.

Now Vivian was exposed for the fat girl that six years of yo-yo dieting had turned her into, and for the first time in her life she didn’t know what else to door and stood there like a deer caught in the headlights as the wind tickled the fat belly that had replaced what, to her were six pack abs, her most prized part of her perfect body now turned to flab just like the rest of her. Of course, she had a whole host of new memories as well, memories she was desperately trying to suppress just like she was suppressing the desire to sob.

The crowd stood in stunned silence before many erupted in another round of raucous laughter. Julie’s Aunt Calpurnia’s head hit the table as she laughed so intensely that she passed out. Even the usually staid blonde woman next to Yakov let out a soft chuckle at the ridiculous sight.

The only person whose face didn’t move a muscle was Julie’s mother.

But that wasn’t going to stop Julie from having her own fun once again.

“Thar she blows! There’s that big greedy gut we all knew you were hiding, Piggy! So glad it could come out and say hello.”

“Y-you’re- you’re so much fatter than-”

“Hey. At least I’ve always owned being fat, Fatso. But now it looks like there’s no more room for Miss Piggy to keep playing pretend. You-”

Vivian interrupted Julie with another blast of her wand, but Julie blocked it with a simple counter charm. The resulting magical blowback sent Vivian flying through the air end over end until she slammed face first into the mud.

The crowd grasped and then fell into total silence.

That was it.

It was over.

All over.

Until Vivian, her face still in the muck, lifted her hand to reveal that despite everything she was still holding her wand.

Vivian pushed herself to her feet. As she did so, Julie got the exact view of Vivian’s big fat ass that she wanted, especially once the leather pants went-

RRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPP!!!!!!

The back side of Vivian’s leather pants blew out making it clear that her as was indeed a blubbery mess of bouncing, sagging flab.

“WIDELOAD!”

Vivian turned her chubby face to look over her shoulder at Julie. Mud filled the crease of her small double chin as she glowered.

“I’m going to make you pay for this.”

And with that the runes of time around both women began to glow again.

Julie knew she could give herself another head start until she decided the best strategy was to hold a step back and see what Vivian’s next play would be.

In a blink the chubby and humiliated Vivian was gone.

And Julie’s smile spread as she closed her eyes and listened to the ticking of the watch in her hand.