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"The Scales of Time" Chapter 13 Part 1
🕑 Added 2024-07-19 22:22:58 +0000 UTCSoooooo I wanted to do this all in one part, and I'm still planning on releasing it in one part and hopefully releasing it in full tomorrow, but I just got through what is I think one of my longest and most detailed transformations scenes ever, and I wanted to share it. I know you've all been eager to see Vivian get her final comeuppance.
So....
Enjoy!
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Vivian knew that the fatness would soon be upon her and while she was afraid there couldn’t help but have the tiniest bit of morbid curiosity. After all, she was already so damn fat, incredibly obese. How much fatter could she get?
She couldn’t imagine it. Vivian already felt so heavy, like every muscle in her body had gone slack with fat and now she ached without moving, joints she had never felt any pain in before now felt a dull ache just from standing around. She had this huge apron of fat in her hands, and when she let it go it would have been heavy enough to throw off her center of gravity if it weren’t for the titanic ass bulging out behind her and acting like a hefty counterweight anchoring her to the ground.
And even trying to move her fat feet off the ground was a challenge thanks to the tree trunk thunder thighs that wanted to keep her rooted to the earth. She used to be able to run faster than most people she knew. Now her knees were so fat, Vivian wasn’t sure she would be able to lift them high enough to get a run started. Hell, she knew that even walking normally was out of the questions with the girth of her thighs now leaving her with no choice but to awkwardly waddle about. And one look at her fat feet confirmed another of a million small humiliations from the new memories that now seat neatly besides her old ones. She was wearing shoes without laces, specially bought sneakers that she could just step and slip into because the combination of her blubbery belly and thunder thighs had made tying shoes too hard. What would tasks like that be like when she was somehow even fatter?
Just checking the styling of those shoes was hard enough. The size of her breasts and belly made looking straight down at her feet a near impossibility. Instead, Vivian had to, with great difficulty, lift one foot up and to the side and then peer over one of her meaty love handles. This simply act nearly threw her completely off balance and sent her back to the dirt.
Every part of her was working with gravity to keep her grounded. She could have sworn she was so heavy that she was sinking into the ground more than when she got here. Even her breasts, which she had once considered perfect, she would now consider far too big (a thing she had never thought possible before). They sagged and tweak her fat back even though the were contained by what Vivian had to believe was the ugliest bra ever.
She felt like a fat loser because she was a fat loser. She had lost the contest, and now she was fat. And she couldn’t help but wonder how difficult every little task would be, and how cruelly the world would treat her once she got even fatter.
But before she could find out, she had to listen to the same humiliating declaration she had once heard while hiding behind a tree seven years ago, only now she would be on the other end of it instead of Julie’s Aunt Cassopeia or, as history seemed to stand now, her sister Elizabeth. And, perhaps even worse than that, she would have to watch as Julie was declared victorious and then watch Julie take her powers from her.
Julie’s mother slowly raised her hands to silence the raucous crowd.
“It is concluded, and the council now declares that the winner of this challenge is Julianna.”
Julie looked up at her mother, and while she was beaming, her mother was as stoned faced as ever. Still, there was something about the way she said Julianna, the almost imperceptible hitch in her voice as she got to her daughter’s name that hinted at pride.
Then she turned her head toward Vivian.
“Vivian, as per the by-laws of our coven, you are to be stripped of your powers and they are to be given to Julianna so that she may join in our power as a full member. You will then be given suitable work so that the coven may keep its eyes on you to ensure you share not knowledge of our secrets with the outside world once you are powerless. I now call forth with my sisters for this transformation to commence.”
The line about calling forth with her sisters was even more literal this time because it was only Julie’s mother’s and her two aunts that moved to do anything. Vivian’s mother Annabelle, despite still technically a member of the high council did nothing but stubbornly sit in a state of near unconsciousness still struggling with shock.
Julie couldn’t help but hope that she would be getting what was coming to her quite soon.
But before anything like that could happen, Julie got to bear witness to the sight she had first seen seven years ago, only now she was the one to benefit from it.
A silvery cloud of energy began to emit from Julie’s family and coalesce into the hands of Julie’s mother. It formed itself into a shimmering silver orb and from that orb shot forth a silver spear that struck Vivian in the heart before lashing out and wrapping around Julie like a tether.
It was happening.
Julie began to slim down before Vivian’s eyes. The fat began to melt away, and Julie’s body began to tighten up. Her breasts, while growing smaller, still remained quite large, but they also firmed up and lost any of the last hints of stretch marks. Her arms became quite toned and ended with slim hands with impeccably manicured fingernails. Most of the fat left her face leaving just enough to give her a sexy cherubic appearance.
The prodigious pot belly that Julie had shrunk down. While she never gained rock hard abs, leaving her with a smaller sexy starter belly, her waist did trim down noticeably, and she lost her previously prominent muffin top. Her thighs slimmed down significantly, gaining quite a bit of muscle tone and no longer pressing together. For the first time in years and years, Julie felt like she was able to strut and had the confidence in her body to do just that. Her ass while staying lusciously large also firmed up and became a real head turner.
Julie’s perfect skin developed a glow, and her fiery red hair gained a luster that it had previously lacked becoming long and voluminous, a glorious mane. Julie even grew slightly taller both because she physically grew and because her posture improved.
By the time the transformation was finished, Julie looked like a curvy goddess. While she was not as thin as Vivian used to be, Julie was now gifted with an exaggerated hourglass figure, and as her outfit magically transformed into a sparkling dress to commemorate her victory, she looked like an even curvier Jessica Rabbit, an absolute smokeshow with the way the dress hugged her wide hips and outlined her stunning starter belly.
She flipped her gorgeous hair over her shoulders and looked at Vivian.
Both of them knew that the fat that drained from Julie’s body was headed her way and then some.
The ground began to quake, and Vivian clenched her teeth in preparation, saying a quick last goodbye to any of her remaining muscles and the idea of ever possibly being thin again along with the bright future that was supposed to be hers, and then, as almost an afterthought, she whispered goodbye to her magic.
Then she could feel her feet starting to expand. She couldn’t see her already sausage-like toes somehow growing fatter and her feet getting wider, but she could feel the way they were pushing against her cheap unstylish sneakers. She could picture them in her mind's eye as the pounds piled on the padding. Vivian had never really contemplated the idea that feet could ever even get truly fat before this moment.
At one point her feet had been so dainty and something that she had taken for granted.It was a tiny thing that was suddenly at the forefront of her mind as she was realizing that nothing about her would ever be considered tiny again.
The fat feet tingled as they grew and the press felt more intense as they were forced to stay contained within their prison. Her feet were growing, but her shoes were still strong enough to resist breaking against the fat.
The rest of her clothes would not be as lucky.
Vivian already lacked separate ankles and calves. Thanks to Julie’s manipulations in time she was long ago stuck with cankles, the classic fat girl trop of ankles and calves so swollen with fat that they merged into one. Those already swollen cankles gained even more fat. As the first to fill with fat it was like Vivian suddenly had heavy ankle weights at the end of her already morbidly obese body. And she felt those cankle weights as they strained against her already overtaxed jogging pants and began to pop the first few seams. The fat swelled her cankles more and more, and as they grew the seams of the joggers began to rip upward like her pants were unzipping along the sides.
The sound of Vivian’s pants ripping was music to Julie’s ears.
The ripping would continue as the rest of Julie’s legs also expanded with fat. Vivian didn’t think her thunder thighs could possibly press together more, and yet they somehow found a way. She staggers as her already wide stance was forced to grow wider. Her thighs were already each the size of what her waist used to be. Now, as she reflected on her weight gain through the years worth of new memories she possessed, she was forced to compare her growing thighs to the size of her consistently growing waist. It was a sobering moment to get to the point where she realized that her thighs had grown to be the size of her waist when she was two hundred pounds and that she was now far away from two hundred pounds and her thighs, and therefore her overall weight, were still growing further.
Those titanic thunder thighs could not be contained for long. As the tree trunk thighs grew wider with further rings of fat, they pressed against her pants until the pants could no longer control them. The first place that the pants began to rip was in her inner thighs, unseen by the rest of the world, Vivian could feel the seams give way and her thighs surge through the rip and press together flesh on flesh. The friction of her thighs rubbing together combined with their sheer size made those seams the first ones to fail, but they were soon followed by the seams on the side sundered by her flabby saddlebags. The fat was then free to ooze through the new and widening holes. This revealed her cellulite covered and quivering flesh to all who were watching the fat girl grow even fatter.
The holes grew from the top of her legs and from the bottom by her cankles until they met in the middle and her pants were now completely torn up along the sides. As her jumbo thighs continued to expand with fat, the flimsy fabric of her pants that now hung uselessly over her blubbery thighs grew further apart revealing more and more wobbling flesh.
But of course, her legs were not the only part of Vivian’s fat body to grow fatter as her already enormous ass was also expanding with new adipose tissue. The chunky cheeks quivered as the fat got ready to fill them and then they began to expand rapidly. They each blew up like a balloon stretching the fabric across the seat of her pants taut. Vivian’s once perfect ass, her pride and joy, soon looked much more like an overstuffed beanbag chair.
As Vivian could feel the fabric around her fat ass straining, tears rolled down her chubby cheeks as she braced herself for the next humiliating inevitability. And she did not have to wait long before the back of her pants split open and the fat exploded outward allowing her bulbous butt cheeks to flap freely in the wind. While the splitting of her pants along the thighs was certainly a sight to be seen, it was the blowing out of the back of her pants thanks to her titanic ass that really drew the laughter from the crowd. This was mostly because of the fact that Vivian’s strained and already starting to rip granny panties were now in clear view as she staggered about.
Vivian tried to cover her expanding ass with her chubby hands and turn away to keep at least some shred of her dignity intact, unlike her pants.
Julie was having none of this. It may have been a bit taboo to risk interrupting the ritual at all, but this was her big moment of triumph and she was going to enjoy it as fully as possible. So with a few movements of her wand, she snipped the already flimsy waistband of Vivian’s pants to let them fall away and then began to control Vivian like a fat puppet.
Vivian soon found her hands pulled away from her butt and spun around and slightly bent over to give the crowd the best view possible of her ballooning butt. Her large lard ass kept growing larger, and the fabric of her granny panties either continued to fray or found itself consumed by her deepening ass crack as her cellulite covered cheeks grew further. They began to crest over the top of the panties giving the audience a view of a rising full moon. That moon didn’t rise for long as her panties finally gave way and shot off of her body. Vivian could only stare helplessly as her panties landed on the ground in front of her and exposed her big fat wide ass completely to the coven that she had, until just a while ago, had dreams of running.
Feeling mischievous, Julie flicked her wand again, and Vivian felt a magical spank of her ass that sent her cheeks wobbling and caused her to yelp which compounded the laughter coming from the audience watching and reveling in her complete downfall.
Vivian had always enjoyed teasing potential suitors with the possibility of getting a glimpse of her perfect ass while rarely giving it away, but here she was now with her ass fatter than Julie’s ever was now the perfect canvas for her humiliation to be painted on. And no matter how much Vivian wanted it to end, her ass kept growing along with the rest of her. Being slightly bent over like she was made it all the more clear to her just how much the weight of her already big belly was increasing as it continued to bloom with fat.
It was hard for Vivian to believe that at one point she had abs. There was a time when she had a trim waist and a washboard stomach, and it all felt so far away and long ago, and now she knew she would never have the same stomach again. She had memories of her stomach growing over the years, and it made Vivian increasingly sad to realize that not only would she dream of having her washboard abs, she would dream of having her pot belly be the same size as it was when she was 150 pounds, 200 pounds, 300 pounds, more. She would forever be thinking about this moment and wishing her stomach could at least be this small, but it would never be again.
With her body leaned forward, her stomach lurched forward, the fat filling it up and gravity doing the rest, pulling her fleshy belly down and causing it to jiggle at the slightest provocation, including another magical spanking from Julie. As her stomach grew fatter, the folds of her double belly grew even more distinct and her doughy lower roll became segmented further, with the saggy skin getting a new seam that split below her belly button which was deep enough to sink a large portion of a fat finger in. Her blubbery belly grew so much that even that fat directly above her belly button sagged and partially obscured it.
Vivian felt the underside of her belly being tickled by Julie’s magic. She felt her fat being lifted and played with, magically jiggled all while Julie cackled with glee. Even as her belly was being played with, it continued to grow larger, and Vivian knew she was absolutely helpless to do anything about it.
Her jacket was basically useless as her meaty love handles continued to expand and her spare tire grew rounder. The jacket kept riding up along with her t-shirt and looked progressively more ridiculous. That t-shirt started tearing eventually too just like her pants as the girth of her gut and the rest of her torso continued to grow. While still bent forward with her bare blubber butt pointed at the audience, they also got a clear view of the fat on Vivian’s back growing and drooping in increasing rolls and folds of flesh.
The jacket did last for much longer. It wasn’t just that her back and shoulder were getting fatter, but her arms grew thicker as well. Those fat arms, which already looked like pillows became overstuffed pillows that stretched the seams of the jacket until they could take no more and then her bingo wings inevitably began to burst free. The seams of the sleeves began to rip right at her blubbery biceps, and then the fat began to peak through, forcing its way through the holes and widening them further.
Vivian’s arms were once toned and strong and now they felt weak and heavy and getting heavier by the moment as her arms grew fatter and her blubbery biceps billowed outward. All she could do was look down enough to see with horror that even her chubby hands were somehow getting fatter and feel as her jacket and tank top continued to tear until with a flick of Julie’s wand she was standing there in nothing but her bra.
Up to this point, Vivian felt weirdly thankful that her big belly, now a tremendous apron of fat, hung down so low toward her fat knees that when faced back toward the audience the belly apron preserved some of her dignity. But her bowling ball breasts threatened to burst her bra and bare her breasts for all to see. They were already starting to overflow the cups, and her back fat was putting at the clasp in the back. And although they still weren’t growing at the same pace as her belly, or the rest of her body for that matter, it was still only a matter of time.
Then the clasp broke.
And the ironic thing was that once again the fat on Vivian’s body protected her dignity. Although the bra shot forward slightly, the straps became caught in the folds of fat under her arm, and then the massive mammaries sagged forward and rested right on the top of her double belly keeping the bra pinned on. That did nothing for the pain in her fat back which grew further under the strain of her now fully sagging udders. Her big breasts could do nothing for Vivian but make her feel even more uncomfortable, and it was still not the last part of her to change.
Vivian’s neck grew thicker, fatter. Her face, which could only change so much more, still got fatter. Her double chin grew new friends. Her jowls jiggled more as her chubby cheeks grew chubbier. Her only hope was that by now her face would have grown so fat that it would be unrecognizable to those who hadn’t seen her before her transformation. But then she realized that the magic would take care of that. Anybody who knew her would always know her no matter how fat. People in her coven would always know exactly what happened (while dealing with their own hosts of new memories), and anyone outside of it would remember her getting fat through the years or just wouldn’t think of it enough to question it. But people would look into her eyes, now matter how beady they had gotten, and know that they were looking at Vivian Blake vixen turned cow.
She was a ball of blubber, a big fat blob, and when the transformation was all said and done, all she could do was sob.
In contrast, all Julie could do was laugh. She was practically laughing her head off until her mother raised her hands to silence everyone. The last things to stop was Vivian’s loud sobbing and Julie’s laughter as they both turned to look up at Julie’s mother.
“Julianna. Stop playing around and come up here and join us.”
Then, Julie’s mother turned her head to face Vivian’s mother and spoke in a voice devoid of emotion.
“Now we settle the rest of our family business.”
