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"Mathilde Gets the Munchies" An Exclusive Cut
🕑 Added 2024-10-02 23:41:48 +0000 UTCHere is the patreon exclusive follow up to "The Fat Maid Costume".
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Mathilde and Angelica looked each other dead in the eyes, one a plump goth witch, the other a slim and sexy vixen dressed in a sexy pirate costume. Then, their equally hungry eyes turned toward the buffet table. Less than a moment later, the two were dropping their candy wrappers and running toward the buffet table. Angelica was closer and got there first, but Mathilde used her girth to shove her out of her way and get her chubby hands on some crab cakes.
The crab cakes went down two at a time with no care to wear crumbs may fall. With Angelica trying to get in on the crab cakes as well, she slipped under Mathilde’s flabby arms which meant that pieces of crab cake started to fall into her hair. It didn’t take long for Mathilde to move on though, elbowing Angelica with one fat arm as her other started reaching to slurp down shrimp cocktail.
She could already feel her corset tightening.
Sweat broke on Mathilde’s brow as she continued to eat, the compulsion kept her hands moving from the crab cakes to the shrimp cocktail to the pigs in the blanket. She ate like a pig. She felt like a pig. Beyond the normal bloating her stomach from the vast amount of food that she was stuffing into it, she could also feel new layers of fat piling on and softening her already plump body even further.
But Mathilde couldn’t stop to worry about that now. All she could worry about was whether she would dig into the bruschetta or the deviled eggs next, and then she immediately came to the realization that she could indeed just have both. With one chubby hand she began snatching up deviled eggs and with the other she grabbed the bruschetta.
Diced tomato went flying as Angelica shoved her way in, also desperate to sate her hunger with as much food as she could get her greedy little sausage fingers on.
Yes, her fingers were already looking quite plump which was something given how slender she was before. Mathilde was too focused on food to think about it, but if she had she might have pieced together that apparently magical candy making is more of an art than a science and some pieces can back a stronger dose than others. This might have made her worry about her own figure, but - again - her only worries involved how much food she could cram her cheeks with at one time without choking.
What this meant for Angelica however was that her sexy pirate costume, distinctly non-magical attire, was already straining at its flimsy seams. It was clear (as she was shoving deviled eggs into her greedy mouth) that the food was making its way down to a stomach that had significantly softened and was stressing the fabric of her costume even as it looked for the path of least resistance which meant that it was starting to peek out from under her top and pooch over the waistband of her skirt. Her belly was growing a little pudgier with each bite, and it wasn’t the only place that the pounds were piling on.
Her thighs started to thicken too, losing their tone as the muscle turned to soft pliable flab. Angelica was wearing a short skirt with her pirate costume that was designed to highlight her long lean legs, and now it served to highlight the thick thunder thighs that they had turned into. The sagging saddlebags that she grew even pushed the sides of the skirt up to reveal even more flabby cellulite covered flesh. The tubes of fat slapped together was Angelica shifted from one newly chubby foot to the other as she went back and forth between the deviled eggs and more crab cakes.
This motion also made her ass wobble back and forth. The magic candy had robbed her tight ass of its tightness and with all the muscle that made it so round yet perky her bubble butt was now popped and saggy but still filling with fat. The deflated balloons hung low as the fat flowed into them, they were covered with cellulite and so pillowy soft that the slightest motion caused them to jiggle, and Angelica was making a lot of motion as she stuffed herself with food.
All that motion also made her breasts, which were growing more pendulous by the moment sway from side to side. Her mammaries were growing massive, straining the top of her fake sown in corset top and threatening to pop out and flop about freely. They were soft pillows covered in stretch marks and had lots of bounce to them. With every bite her fleshy breasts quivered with delight.
Angelica’s arms quivered also as the fat filled them. Every time she brought another bite to her mouth, her wobbling bingo wings grew bigger. Her new jowls jiggled with each morsel as well and her double chin grew doughier than the dinner rolls she was cramming her chubby cheeks full of. The crumbs for those crusty rolls gathered at the sides of her mouth, got caught in the crease of her chin, and fell into the canyon that was her cleavage.
Mathilde was in a similar situation with her bountiful bosom serving as a crumb catcher. Her face had been full for a while now, but now there was no hiding her double chin. It grew thick enough to be seen from any angle. Her thighs began to touch further down, almost to the knee, and her ass blew out behind her. The thing that was offering her the greatest strain was the fight between her corset and her growing belly. That corset could only keep her stomach sucked in for so long, and that time was getting shorter with all the food she was sucking down.
And food was going down at an even faster rate. Mathilde and Angelica were truly making pigs of themselves with the way they were eating, tearing into food carelessly and scattering crumbs and sauce all over themselves, the table, and the floor. People were laughing at them, and the air was filled with comments, but the two widening women were too busy pigging out to hear any of it.
What they did happen to notice was that Lana had waddled her fat ass over, apparently ordered to start cleaning up the mess even as it was still being made. Of course, Lana couldn’t help but sneak a few bites for herself which earned a competitive growl from both Angelica and Mathilde. The cowardly maid backed away from the two feasting women. Lana quivered in fear, which sent her massive amount of body fat jiggling all over, and she settled for backing away and pretending to clean a spot over and over again rather than risk getting snorted at by the two pigs. She could clean when they were done.
Luckily, they were almost done. The magic of the candy hit hard but didn’t last for long. Angelica was already starting to slow down and came two with her mouth full and her fat hands pressing two more crushed crab cakes into it. That’s when she realized what she was doing, but she still couldn’t stop herself from picking up another crab cake and preparing to eat that as well. That’s when she started to be able to hear the crowd.
“Damn, Angelica, I didn’t realize how much you’d packed on.”
“It’s no wonder with the way she’s packing it in.”
“Stuffed piggy alert!”
“What a chunkster!”
“A total fatty!”
“She was so hot. It’s a shame she let herself go.”
“She let herself go HARD. Damn, girl really went HAM!”
Angelica dropped the crab cake from her hand though she couldn’t help but suck on the crumbs that remained on her fingers. Then she frantically turned her head to get as best a look as she could at her bulbous backside. After that she found her chubby hands gripping her new pot belly and giving it a shake.
This was her, all this fat was her, and there was nothing she could do but waddle away from the party crying her eyes out. She would never lose a single pound and was in fact doomed to gain quite a bit more as she settled into her new life as a fatty.
Mathilde was in a similar boat. Already fat to begin with, she was now quite obese, eating and eating even as the spell began to wear off and then.
POP!
Her corset burst and out flopped her gut, a big pasty sack of fat slopping around for all to see and laugh at. Nobody knew who the hell she was, but she could still hear them laughing. It didn’t bother her though… much.
Instead she let out a tremendous burp that sent her belly rippling and then waddled away with her belly sloshing from side to side.
She had quite the story to tell Gwendolyyn.
