"Best of Intentions, Worst Of Results"

And so we bring Fattest Tuesday Week to a close with this brand new commissioned one shot. Reminder: Patreon patrons get an additional 350 words added to their commission, and even better deals on larger commissions. Also, fun fact: I pretty much always go over agreed upon word count as I did with this piece. Anyway...

Enjoy.

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Hollie was a hot bitch.

She was, beyond doubt, an incredible smoke show with a tall hourglass figure that made people fall head over heels for her. She was a svelte yet curvy goddess with a trim waist, generous breasts, and a heart-shaped ass that had people drooling over it. Beneath her power suits were powerful arms paired with long athletic legs and a set of six pack abs. She was undeniably hot.

Hollie was also undeniably a bitch. She ruled the office with an iron fist, barking orders at her subordinates and making known to everyone how inferior they were to her. She especially loved making fun of the office fat girls, especially the secretaries that she deemed were pigs, hogs really, or cows. She would tauntingly oink and moo at them, but her confidence and power shook those poor fat women to their core and made them afraid to say anything to anyone else which of course kept Hollie in power, and allowed her to remain confident in maintaining her bullying ways.

Lara was the exact opposite, not in looks, but in demeanor. In the look department, Lara was conventionally attractive in her own right even if she didn’t have the exact supermodel athlete body as Hollie did, but she was a trim woman with an abundance of style, and if she was in the room with pretty much anyone other than Hollie, she was probably the most attractive person in that room.

And she was also a far nicer person, kind to everyone she met and always a shoulder for others to cry on. And carrying that constant burden led Lara to one conclusion.

Hollie had to be stopped.

And Lara was going to do it.

She didn’t know how until she found an old dusty tome in a used book shop. It was the kind of book that she knew deep down she shouldn’t have found, and yet somehow it had fallen through the cracks and right into her hands. It was a book of powerful spells and rituals, and, even though on its face it might have sounded like bunk, as she read through the book Lara could feel that it was all real, and she knew exactly the ritual she wanted to use. So she went about her plan, made all of the preparations, and sprung her trap on Hollie one night when the two stayed late at the office.

Hollie looked up from her desk as Lara entered book in hand.

“Lara, what the hell are you doing here, you stupid cow?”

“Bringing your rain of terror to and end.”

“God, you really are a crazy idiot. No wonder you do so nicely palling around with those fat pig secretaries we have around here. I’m sure you’ll be joining them. I see the way you snack while they’re around. Careful darling, stick with those losers and you’ll find the pounds piling on. You’re kind of cute now, but you’ve got the making of being a real porker.”

Lara just took the words that Hollie threw at her and smiled.

“I think it’s time that you learn a bit about packing on the pounds.”

Hollie just shook her head and got out of her desk to usher Lara out of the room.

“Alright, time for you to go, loser. I don’t have time to play around with a soon to be fatty like you.”

“Oh, we’ll see who the soon to be fatty is.”

And then Lara said a few magic words and Hollie found herself stuck in her tracks and a bubbling filled her stomach. It was a bubbling that soon became a chill that spread through her body which began to tingle shortly thereafter.

Hollie felt the distinct feeling of her clothes suddenly feeling looser. Her blouse fell limp as her breasts deflated, the top of her power suit felt bagging on her diminished shoulders, and the waistband of her pencil skirt went slack as her hips lost their curves. It was like she was a deflating balloon going from a curvy, statuesque goddess to a mousy loser in no time flat. With one hand, Hollie inspected her flat chest. She was now definitively a member of the itty bitty titty committee as she used to say to the less endowed girls in her former sorority. With her other hand, she held up her loose skirt in an attempt to maintain some semblance of dignity as she soon found herself looking up at Lara who now towered over her and filled out her clothes with truly dynamic curves and even bigger confidence.

“What’s happening?”

“What’s the matter, Hollie? Feeling small?” chortled Lara as she patted Hollie on the head.

“My- my clothes.”

“Pretty loose, huh? Don’t worry. That’ll change in a few moments.”

Hollie went to reach up and claw Lara in the eyes when she stopped suddenly and stared at her hand.

It was getting fatter.

As Hollie’s perfectly manicured nails dried up, becoming unpainted and chipped- cut shorter as if she had been a lifetime nail chewer, her fingers grew larger, not longer- but thicker. Her delicate piano fingers became fat little sausages, and her hands- which Hollie had always been told she could use to model with- blew up into chubby mitts. It was like she had been stung by a pair of bees, but that sting kept spreading. She felt it as the fat kept filling her, robbing her of her perfect sexy figure and slowly turning her into her worst nightmare, the exact kind of woman she had always made fun of.

Hollie could only watch helplessly, staring at her hands held up in the air as the fat flowed up her wrist and began to inflate her arms. The thickening started with her wrists and worked its way up her arm toward the shoulder. For a moment, Hollie’s arms looked like they were blowing up like balloons, but as the surge moved forward her flesh began to wobble, and it was clear that she was not filling with air but with thick, soft, spongy fat. Hollie’s muscular biceps inflated and then deflated turning from something she was proud to show off in all manner of sleeveless outfits to flabby, saggy bingo wings, as the fat began to fill up her shoulders and slide down her back, Hollie’s arms kept growing becoming swollen, juicy ham hocks. She mourned the loss of her fit arms and cringed at the flabby mess they had become, which of cause made her fat flbby arms quiver all the more. They looked comically out of proportion from the rest of her still slim and sexy body, but that would not last long.

Her narrow shoulder grew thick with fat, fat which spread down her back becoming thick juicy rolls that wrapped around into love handles that her thick slabs of drooping flab, bacon slabs of fat. They began to tear small seams in Hollie’s blouse. Hollie was already feeling like a bloated pig of a woman, and she could tell by the glee on Lara’s face that her transformation into a obese parody of her previously slim, sexy and powerful self was far from done.

The fat from the love handles lurched forward, and bubbled into a blubbery belly. What started out as six pack abs became a generous jiggling pot belly in no time and get swelling, pressing against the buttons of Hollie’s blouse, becoming a surging spare tire that could not be stopped. All that blubber was not meant to be contained and the buttons knew that. They began to ping off one by one, each new button elicited another peal of laughter from Lara. With each button popping, Hollie could feel her dignity slipping further and further away as her gut kept expanding outward and Hollie the Hottie was left growing fatter and fatter and feeling rather hoggish.

Once the buttons were gone and the shirt flew open, it revealed a saggy and stretch marked double belly that left Hollie gasping for air just standing there, trying desperately to grab a hold of the sloshing mass of lard. She looked quite comical with her still model quality face panicked in fear as she wobbled about gripping her the thick lower roll of her double belly and shook it in disbelief. Hollie screamed as the fat was all too real. She closed her eyes and opened them again hoping this was all a dream, but her big fat spongy gut remained. She pinched it hard, still hoping to wake up, but she was left yelping in pain and feeling worse from the concrete proof of her growing fatness. She could fill the fat of her stomach as it continued to fill her hands and push her fingers apart. She still looked absurd with such a thin lower body, but Lara knew that was about to start changing.

The fat worked its way downward, widened her hips, and began to blow up her ass. Her pert butt quickly became a bulky behind and kept inflating with fat. Each cheek swelled with fat and dimpled with cellulite. They quickly went from chunky cheeks to bulbous bags of fat. As they filled with lard, all signs of any kind of definition. If her ass was described as a peach before it was now an overripe and mushy one. Her jumbo derriere was destined to be the kind of wide load that knocked papers off of desks and got stuck in chairs- at least the ones it didn’t break. The growth didn’t seem to stop. If Hollie hadn’t dropped her loose skirt in surprise once her body started to pack on the pounds, it would have long exploded off of her because of her swelling hips and ass. Instead, her blossoming booty had to settle for eating her underwear, tearing it and turning a sensible but sexy pair of panties into a thong swallowed up by flab.

Hollie certainly didn’t feel sexy as she fondled her fat butt and felt the flab with her sausage fingers. She felt like an absolute hog that wasn’t done growing.

That flab continued to billow downward and outward. It filled her thighs and swelled them up. Her lean legs, athletic thighs, toned for years from cheerleading, running, and competitive swimming- hours of exercise now wasted as the tan ran out and her pasty thighs plumped up growing to the size of her former waist and beyond. They soon became tremendous trembling thunder thighs with fat that rolled over her knees and pressed together widening her stance in the comical one of a circus fat lady. She would be lucky to be waddling from here on out. They were thick tree trunks of flesh covered in cellulite instead of bark.

Hollie pleaded for Lara to stop this. She begged to be left alone. Apologized profusely. But Lara merely laughed in her face and watched as her fattening revenge on Hollie continued.

Her legs continued to expand, and the fat continued to move. It swelled her calves and ankles together into cankles and then swelled up her feet to match her chubby hands with tubby sausage toes to mirror her thick sausage fingers.

Once the fat reached her feet, Hollie felt like it couldn’t possibly go any further, but she was wrong. It radiated back upward, and every part of her, already large, grew larger, thicker, fatter. She swelled outward in all directions. The last button on her shirt blew off as her breasts ballooned and surged forward. They were momentarily contained by her bra, but her growing breasts and thickening back fat saw to that and popped the bra off of her as well allowing her pendulous breasts to slap onto the top half of her double belly and send her whole body jiggling in waves of fat.

Finally, her face gave in to the fat. Her high cheek bones were coated in fat and dropped down into jiggly jowls. Her hair grew frizzy and uncontrollable, and her face grew fat and dull and dumpy complete with a fat piggish nose and a thick double chin.

Wearing nothing but the tattered remains of what had been her previously professional work attire, all Hollie could do was sob.

“How does it feel, Hollie the Hog? Feels shitty. Doesn’t it? Don’t worry. I came prepared with your new uniform.”

Lara brought Hollie a dirty gray sweatsuit fresh from the Salvation Army. It smelt horrible and looked absolutely huge.

And yet Hollie the Hog knew that those sweats were going to be tight on her. And sure enough in them she looked like an overstuffed couch potato with a huge muffin top as her big fat billow spilled out from under her shirt and over her greasy sweatpants.

Suddenly, Hollie’s head felt heavy, foggy.

“What you do?”

“Oh, that’s your intelligence leaving you, you dumb cow. I think you’ll do quite well from now on wallowing as an assistant for those secretaries you called pigs. You’ll find you’re much bigger than any of them. Playtime is over, Hollie the Hog. I’ll see you at work tomorrow.

Lara’s laugh haunted Hollie’s foggy mind as she stood there in an office that she knew was now Lara’s with nothing she could do but stand there dumbly with her big huge flabby belly in her fat grubby hands. Hollie had officially been turned into the fattest pig in the office, her own personal worst nightmare.

Hollie soon regrettably settled into her role as the office hog. She thought that surely somebody would remember how things used to be, but it quickly became clear that whatever spell it was that Lara had cast left people unable to realize that something was out of place.

It seemed to some people that Hollie had been demoted because of her general laziness and ineptitude. A subset of those, mostly people Hollie had stepped over in the past for promotions, expressed their excitement that Hollie could no longer coast on her looks and had been exposed for the fraud they always knew she was.

Still others seemed to believe that Hollie had always been a fatty. There were some of those who welcomed her with open arms as if she had always been a compatriot. (This was something Hollie hated with a burning passion, the mere idea that she would have associated with people as fat as… well as fat as she had become filled her with outward rage and additional self-loathing.) Others looked down at her like she had always been an office troll, horribly beneath them, which Hollie- deeply entrenched in her self-loathing- certainly believed to be an undeniable truth at this point.

And then there was yet another group of people who seemed like they never gave the matter much thought at all. If Hollie confronted them about things, they simply stared at her as if their eyes were totally blue screening before blinking and moving on with the conversation or walking away as if nothing had been said. It was like they tried to come up with an explanation for things and then just decided that they didn’t care. Hollie found this to be the strangest thing of all.

Hollie couldn’t explain any of it, partly because this - or any - kind of spellcraft was far beyond her knowledge, but also because her own intelligence had been significantly diminished. The truth is, Hollie hadn’t relied solely on her looks to get her where she was. (Though she certainly wasn’t afraid to leverage them as needed.) She was very good at her job, but now it seemed even simple tasks needed to be repeated to her several times, and her mistakes were plentiful. She had become, as many in the office would call her, a dumb cow.

All of this stress and her already altered appetite meant that Hollie was sent spiraling down the path of emotional overeating which is why, after two weeks of the spell taking effect, she was still putting on a significant amount of weight. She was binge eating her feeling constantly, and it was showing. And every time people laughed and pointed out that Hollie the Hog was eating her feelings once again, that just made her do it more. This was a problem for a number of reasons not the least of which was that, with her girthy form growing, her ability to easily get in and out of her car, now a beat up old Camry, was shrinking.

Hollie the Hog was having a nightmare of a time.

Meanwhile, Lara was absolutely over the moon. She had taken over Hollie’s position seamlessly and ushered in a new era of peace and prosperity in the office. With her at the helm, (and not accounting for Hollie the Hog) stress was down and productivity was up.

Lara especially loved getting her own licks in on Hollie:

“Hey, Hoggie, did you get that report I asked for?”

“Hey, Hoggie, did you make those copies? Remember not to try to do that trick where you photocopy your lard ass. Your wide load would break the machine.”

“Hey, Hoggie, waddle on off to fetch me another cup of coffee, you fat pig!”

“I sure do love having my own little office piglet at my beck and call. Isn’t it great, Hoggie?”

Things were going perfectly.

And then she showed up.

She was a stern looking woman with cold eyes and a narrow face. Her petite body was dressed in a dull gray pantsuit which was further covered by a long tan trench coat. She wore her hair in a low ponytail and covered by a trilby. She spoke fast.

“You Lara?”

“Y-yes? And you are?”

“We’ve got a big problem.”

“We certainly do. I’m going to call security.”

“Don’t bother ma'am. They’ve already been neutralized.”

“Neu- who are you?”

“Name’s Kylie. But that’s not important. What’s important is what you’ve done.”

“What I’ve don-”

At that exact dramatic moment, Hollie came waddling in to the office, her wide hips brushing against the door and getting her momentarily stuck. The timing was almost like magic.

“Lara, I brought those file you wan-”

“Just on time,” posed Kylie.

Hollie was too dumb to piece together any bit of what was going on and just stared at this strange woman with her mouth slack jawed and her double chin fully inflated as a result.

“My, you’re a wide whopper of a woman, aren’t you?” laughed Kylie.

“Hey!” cried Hollie. She was used to being the butt of jokes amongst people in the office, but she wasn’t in the mood to be taking it from a stranger right now as well.

“Don’t worry. We’ll get you sorted out in a few moments, but first.”

Kylie turned her attention back toward Lara.

“I’ll be needing the book back now, ma’am.”

“I-umm- the book? What-”

“Don’t play dumb with me ma’am. The book that gave you access to the kinds of powers you have no business having access too. I’m already two weeks on this case and would like to hurry up and close it now. If you please?”

Kylie held out a hand.

Lara was sweating.

“The book- b-but I… I just wanted to… it’s just that-”

“Quit stalling, ma’am. You know what kind of power that book has, the kind of power that people like me wield on the regular. So you know just how badly this could go for you.”

Lara’s neck was absolutely on fire as Kylie remained stoic and unmoving and a widening smile grew across Hollie’s fat, smug face. Clearly defeated, and not eager to face extreme punishment, Lara fished the book out of her desk drawer and handed it over.

“For the record, I didn’t steal it. I bought it fair and square. And things around here have been so much better since I made her like this. It was the right thing to do.”

“Right and wrong isn’t my call, ma’am. What I know are the facts. You got your hands on a book you were never supposed to have. You cast a spell you should never have been able to cast. And your reckless inexperience caused the magic to splinter and spread in unpredictable directions. Different people remember things differently. That’s chaos that we need to now contain. Quite frankly, you’re lucky that my coven caught this case. Plenty of other groups would just straight up turn you into a literal pig right now. I’m simply gonna get your victim here all reversed, and then give you a basic karmically ironic punishment, and we’ll call this a day.”

With a snap of her fingers and a wave of her hands, silence filled the room as the book opened exactly to the page she wanted. There were a few muttered words and several quick but specific hand gestures, and then Lara felt a cold heat radiate throughout her body.

Lara looked over at Hollie who began to lift into the air and then spin, glowing like it was the ending of Beauty and the fucking Beast. With an obnoxious and somewhat anticlimactic burst of light, Hollie was returned to her previously hot form, glamorous power suit and all and drifted back down until her Prada heels once again touched the ground.

“No. No. No. It’s not f-”

Lara’s words caught in her windpipe, and as Lara threw her hands around her throat in the universal sign for choking, she could feel her throat thickening beneath her grasp, and her new double chin reached down to brush against her chubbifying hands. She quickly threw those now chubby hands up to her face, and found there was already no longer any trace of her sharp features. She was met with a mask of fat, soft pliable jowls that bent at her touch but would not tear away even as she pulled at the flesh.

She turned to see her reflection in a mirror on her desk and let out a blood curdling scream that the spell quickly transformed into a high pitched squeal. Her facial features were explosively fat, her cheeks redundantly chubby, her double chin thick and droopy and threatening to bubble up into a third one. Even her forehead seemed to take on more fat making her look like a dumb Neathanthal. Her previously perfectly kept hair fell limp and greasy in the front with great pockets of frizz toward the back. Her face was an unkempt and unmitigated disaster with her nose blossoming, bulging outward and tilting up into the simulacrum of a snout. Her fat jowly cheeks made her eyes look small and beady and her entire facial appearance was exceptionally piggish.

Lara’s whole word was spinning, and as she grasped at her temples, she could see out of the corner of her eyes the clear growth of her arm as the muscle that was there melted into fat, and her arms grew thick, wobbly bingo wings that jiggled like jello as she stumbled about her office- or rather Hollie’s office as her slowly diminishing intellect was still able to surmise. Lara was feeling very hot, but she didn’t remember taking her coat off, and yet here she was clad in nothing but a tank top which made her flabby arms so clearly visible. Somehow she managed to fall backward but land in her office chair.

Almost as soon as she hit the chair, Lara could feel herself being lifted up on a cushion of fat as her ass cheeks inflated like airbags in a car accident. They filled with fat and pushed Lara upward as they also spread out would. The fat pooled up in the seat and further spread out radiating through Lara’s legs.

Her legs plumped up instantly, becoming thick thunder thighs perfect for waddling if Lara were able to manage getting up, but all of the sudden and ongoing weight was keeping Lara firmly glued to the chair. Lara could only watch in horror as her thighs tore through her pants, splitting the seams like overstuffed sausages splitting their casing and revealing a plentiful amount of plush, cellulite covered flesh that jiggled with the consistency of raw bread dough. The spreading of her fat shot down her legs, filled her calves and ankles until they became united as cankles and then plumped up her feet until the fat things burst open her heels. As that happened, all Lara could do was wiggle her sausage toes and sob quietly.

But the transformation did not end there, Lara felt the heat melt down from her forehead and come up from her toes until the two sources met in the middle. And that’s when her flat toned middle began to expand. Her abs shivered and softened, with her entire middle deflating for a moment before beginning to fill up expanding outward rapidly like a balloon filled with fat. Her some stretched into one big sphere, a spare tire saturated with spongy fat and sprawled out across her fat lap. Her paunch went from pot belly to double belly right quick and brought with it a thick pair of love handles, slabs of fat that pressed themselves against and under the arms of the chair.

As the weight gain began to slow down, Lara began to be able to move again and went to get up only to realize that her bulky body had become so wide, so filled with fat, that that flab had pinned her to the arms of the chair and left her stuck where she was. She tried to wiggle her way out, but thanks to the width of her fat flabby ass and the thickness of her big gut and thick love handles, she was well and truely powerless to free herself. The lack of muscle definition in her tremendous thunder thighs did not help the matter at all. She had become a weak and helpless fatty, a pathetic pig. And her humiliation was compounded by Hollie’s laughter.

“HAHAHA! Look at Lard Ass Lara! Too fat to get out of the chair! A stuck sow!”

Lara was left fretting and feeling hopeless about her whole situation wondering what she was going to be able to do.

Luckily, Lara did not have to wait long for a solution to her problem.

Unluckily, that solution was more weight. Lara’s breasts finally began to balloon along with the rest of the body, but they were greatly outpaced by the rest of her obese form. Her fat muffin top grew bigger and more blubbery until it could not be contained anymore and the arms of the chair cracked. This was followed shortly thereafter by her titanic ass spilling over the sides of the chair just before the massive weight of her entire body caused the chair itself to buckle and collapse, sending Lara tumbling like a tremendous bowling ball. It was a minor miracle that she was able to eventually get herself up again, clinging to the desk and dangerously sweaty and out of breath.

Now clad only in the same kind  ill-fitting sweatsuit that Hollie had been wearing just moments before, Lara looked over and realized with a renewed sense of dread that she was now far fatter than Hollie ever was.

Kylie clapped the book shut and regarded each woman with a curt nod.

“There we go. Everything back as it should be. Everyone now remembering Lara as a lowly secretary with a glandular problem that caused her to gain an extreme amount of weight in an amount of time that they cannot specifically remember. No harm. No foul.”

Kylie took a brief moment to examine her handiwork seeing as Lara was decidedly one of the larger transformations that she had carried out in her career. She was now a massively obese woman who would be just as at home as a circus fat lady as she was an office worker, maybe even more so.

“That will teach you, ma’am. I’m sure you won’t be going around and messing with power that you don’t have any right to, will you?”

“She won’t be going most places with all that bulk!” laughed Hollie.

“Look at you, Lard Ass Lara! You’re the perfect dumb, fat cow secretary. You're my own big fat idiot to boss around. I’m gonna run your piggy ass into the ground, not that your waddling butt can do much running. You big fat sack of crap! You disgusting, flabby land whale! You pathetic fatso!”

Kylie cocked an eyebrow at the cocky office overlord.

“Oh. I see then. You really are just a miserable bitch.”

She turned to Lara.

“I see why you did it, ma’am. But all the same, rules are rules. Shouldn’t have gone just practicing magic on your own. You’ve got to wander into a proper magic user by fate or chance just like everyone else… well, come to think of it… I guess you have now. So I suppose I can do you one solid.”

Kylie shot a glare in Hollie’s direction, opened the book without looking at it, and whispered a few more magic words.

Hollie felt a sudden bubbling in her stomach as her abs melted once more. Her paunch expanded, surging forward as a full, spongy pot belly that pressed against the buttons of her blouse. Hollie’s hands flew to her rear as it swelled against her skirt. She could feel her athletic thighs loosening and thickening with fat. She wasn’t a full fledged fatty just yet, but she had become quite chubby.

“What have you done, you b-” Hollie’s words were cut off by the loud rumbling of her stomach.

“I’d be careful if you don’t want me to speed things up and make everything worse.”

Hollie zipped her fat lips and paid attention for a change as Kylie continued.

“Enjoy what’s left of your thinnish body while you can. You’ll soon be wishing you were only this chubby. Exercise will be impossible. Your appetite is unruly and insatiable. People around here are going to really enjoy watching you balloon until you’re the fattest one in the office, not Lara… not that she’s going to have much luck losing a lot of weight.”

Hollie shuddered at the idea of growing as massively obese as Lard Ass Lara, but she knew deep down that her fate as Hollie the Hog was once again sealed.

“As for me, I’m going to go ahead and call this case closed and leave you both to your very fat future.”

And she did just that.