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"Bad Influence": Chapter 2
🕑 Added 2024-05-22 13:00:16 +0000 UTCI really thought this one would be done later in the week. And then I caught fire and wrote the whole thing in one day. This includes the single longest and most detailed (and I personally think it might be my best) pure transformation scene. The transformation sequence in this is over 2,000 words with over 300 words just dedicated to her breasts alone, so I hope you enjoy that.
Additionally, wow it has been quite a while since I posted chapter one. For ease, I have included that chapter as a PDF so people can easily catch up.
Finally, since "Bad Influence" is ultimately an extended version of the story originally posted in "Exclusive Cuts" volume 4 which was a collection of stories featuring heavy slob elements, this story as those elements as well. For people who do not like that, I have included CLEAN CUTS of both chapter 1 and 2.
Enjoy!
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Claudia had another big fat nightmare the night before she met with Reggie.
“You’re lucky to have me, Reggie,” Claudia purred as she let her light sweater fall off her shoulder and reveal a bit more skin.
“I mean, just look at me Reggie. Drink it all in,” she teased as she began to gyrate, dancing seductively and lifting her shirt to run her hands along her toned abs.
“I’m everything anyone could want and you know it.”
Claudia turned around and bent forward giving Reggie a clear view of her tight, curvy ass right before she spun back around and jabbed her long, carefully manicured nail into his doughy body.
“And you? You’re a… Fat. Disgusting. Loser. You’re pathetic, Fatty.”
Claudia dropped down and slowly ran her hands along her tone and sexy body from her dainty ankles, up her long lean legs and slim torso until she cupped her pert and perky breasts.
“I’m perfection. I’m going to take this little streaming company you’ve got to the next level and then take it over. This is the beginning of my empire, do you understand that, Fatso?”
She laughed as the gobsmacked Reggie could only stand there drooling in response.
“Good. You’re such a docile fat little puppy. I’ve got you wrapped around my skinny little finger. You’d do anything just to be around my sexy body wouldn’t you, Tubs?”
Claudia tickled Reggie’s thick double chin.
“That’s what I thought, Piggy. You can’t get enough of me, and I can’t blame you.”
As twirled around, she slid her hand up Reggie’s fat face feeling the scruff on his chubby cheek. She teased and danced closer to him until she recoiled in revulsion at the feeling of his bag fat belly pressing against her slender back.
“But you can’t have this, loser. This is a business relationship only. Got it?”
The thoroughly captivated Reggie nodded like he was supposed to.
“Good, Fatty. I’m glad we’re on the same page. God, you really are a total lard ass. But I’ll tell you what. You can touch me just this once, just to shake my hand for this deal. Is that clear, Fatso?”
God, she loved being in control like this, using her perfect slim and sexy body to hypnotize poor saps like Reggie. Even if it meant putting up with his fat ass, she was going to have him take her back to the top. He was her big fat meal ticket, the key to regaining her social media empire and being the star her perfect body and raw charisma meant that she was always supposed to be.
She tickled Reggie’s soft chest just to toy with him once more and then pushed backward keeping him at a toned arm’s length as she offered her slender hand toward him. He reached out to meet her, and it was quite the sight his chubby sausage fingers with their well chewed nails compared to her slender piano fingers with their well manicured ones. She took her hand with his and gave him a firm handshake. His grip was weak and clammy.
“Gross,” she thought.
And then she felt something else.
It started with an itching sensation in her palm, the slightest bit of irritation like a gnat bite. And then it became a pulse, all in the matter of a thought. She looked at her hand and could see as that pulse continued that her hand began to swell as if she was having some kind of allergic reaction. She wanted to pull it away, but she found herself unable to. Instead, the only thing she could do was watch her hand continue to swell as her slender fingers grew thicker to match Reggie’s fat ones. Her whole hand was getting fat.
Claudia had never thought about what it might be like to have fat hands before, not to this degree. She had given great consideration to maintaining her toned ass and the size of her hips and thighs, and of course she had fretted from time to time about the definition of her abs. She dreaded the idea of growing a gut, but she had never truly contemplated what having fat hands would look like, how alien, how wrong it would feel.
As her hand grew chubbier, a single tear ran down her cheek as she mourned the loss of something she had once so easily taken for granted.
And then her eyes widened as she watched what happened next.
Her wrist, once slender and delicate to match her hand now began to swell to match her hand again. Claudia could feel the fat pulsing up her arm as she watched it happen. She watched her skin stretch as the fat stretched it. It was like the skin on her arm was a big sausage casing and now her arms were becoming the big fat sausages filled with soft adipose. She watched as the tone she had worked so hard to achieve became lost in a sea of fat. Soon her bicep had collapsed into a flabby, saggy bingo wing.
As Claudia was finally able to pull herself away from Reggie’s grip, she noticed how much her flabby arm shook. Both her arms! She could see them both clearly now, big pillowy things billowing with fat that was so soft yet heavy that it was beginning to roll over her fat elbows. She looked ridiculous with her arms inflated with fat, and yet she hoped that it would all stop there, that breaking Reggie’s grip would end things. Fat arms she could live with. She would do bicep curls and the like for hours a day if need be, but she couldn’t be fat, she just couldn’t be. She was counting on being free from further fattening now that the handshake that had gotten things started was over.
But she was too late.
Claudia loved her breasts. She had always thought of them as perfect in every way. They were large enough to show off and turn heads, and they were small enough to not cause her any real back pain when going braless. They didn’t take much to turn them into a focal point, and a simple sports bra was enough to contain them and let her workout pain free.
So the sudden twinge in her back from the new weight of her breasts was the first thing she noticed as they took on a whole new weight. The flimsy lace bra that she was wearing was no means of proper support as her breasts began to swell, overflowing the cups both above and below. It quickly became little more than a band barely keeping the growing mounds of flesh in place. That band became completely useless once her shoulders and back began to swell with fat as well. Then, as the rolls of back fat pressed against the back strap of her bra, the fat eventually won out and the strap broke. This would have sent the bra flying like a slingshot were it not for the t-shirt that Claudia was wearing.
Instead, the bra sag defeatedly against the fabric of her shirt, pinned there for a few moments by the swelling flesh of her breasts until that swelling began to sag downward and took the bra with it. That’s when the bra decided it was a good time to make its escape and quietly slipped out from under her shirt and fell to the floor.
This didn’t stop Claudia’s breasts from expanding. If anything, now that they were free from the confining bra, they grew even faster. They were overripe melons, squishy bags of fat that quivered and bounced as they grew. They began to sag further and swing like pendulums as they became marred by stretch marks. They were big bloated pillows but heavy enough to cause an immense amount of unfortunate strain. And they looked like there was nowhere to go but down until they suddenly began to lift again.
This lift was caused by her stomach rising like dough, filling with fat and growing outward into a big pot belly. In an instant her precious abs were gone, replaced by jiggling flab that rolled over the waistband of her pants before pressing on and popping off the button that held them closed. Her belly continued to blow up like a water balloon, billowing out and sagging downward. The fat shook as it grew further. After the button of her pants popped off, it was like a dam had been broken and her belly easily broke the zipper and pushed it down quickly filling with the fat that gushed forward through the gap.
With her chubby hands, she tried to push the fat back in. But there was no slowing it down. The fat overwhelmed her. It oozed through her fingers. The weight of it all made her cry as she went from pushing on it to shaking it furiously in condemnation. Eventually she just let it go because the feeling of the soft buttery blubber was too much for her to bear. And when she let go her blubbery belly bounced and shook like a big plate of jello.
And it still kept growing.
Her previously trim waist grew from a pot belly to a certified gut into a real spare tire. She had a muffin top as her love handles also grew to overwhelm the waistband of her pants, but soon calling it a muffin top would be an understatement as her shelf-like double belly, a mass of quiver flesh, became her body's predominant feature. It outpaced and lifted up her sagging pendulous breasts, and the thick lower roll began to droop down toward her knees. It was a comical display as she still had her toned and slender lower half and slim and beautiful face while the rest of her body was filled with undulating fat. But everything below her previously trim waistline was soon to be blowing up as well.
Claudia’s ass had been perfection. It was perky and heart shaped, plump but toned. It was just thick enough to be considered curvy but not truly fat, and it was all muscle. One could have bounced a quarter off her ass.
But all that was before the fat got to it. As it filled her cheeks they grew soft with chunk. Those chunky cheeks of hers quickly strained against and then ripped through the back of her pants eliciting a loud fart from her as they did so.
The flatulence was a new wrinkle in things. It was a loud trumpeting burst that sent a wave of noxious odor wafting upward toward her nostrils. Claudia recoiled as she felt a wave of humiliation that came with her lack of control, and as she recoiled a second blast of flatulence broke free, followed by a third. Then there was a fourth fart, and a fifth. She was a puttering machine gun of gas as her once tight ass began to loosen and grow further.
Her chubby caboose grew even fatter and flabbier, and each cheek began to wobble and sag. As the tear in her pants widened further it began to offer less and less support to the blubbery buns covered in cellulite that continued to grow and sag further. They grew like large well worn couch cushions full of soft malleable flesh. As the rip kept widening, Claudia’s chubby hands flew to her broad backside to try and prevent further damage, but it was too late and she was met with the softness of her creamy flesh and the fabric of her now tearing panties.
As she patted around she felt another blast of warm gas against her hand. With her butt continually growing bigger it seemed like each fart grew louder and deep as it had more flesh to resonate off of. The foul smell of her own flatulence was beginning to make her gag, but her attention was soon drawn by the sound of her pants splitting further, this time along the sides.
Claudia’s thighs began to thicken matching her arms in their sausage like quality, but these sausages quickly split the casing of the tight pants that Claudia was wearing. Flesh oozed through the holes and quivered as the fabric by now was so quick to give up against the fat that it was like tearing through wet paper. By now all remnants of structural integrity had been lost and her blubbery thighs had free reign to rip through the last pants seams as they wished. The thickening thighs forced the remains of the pants to dangle loosely against them. It was almost like Claudia was wearing a long skirt at this point, and even that was only holding on her because what was left of the waistband was pinned underneath her blubbery belly fat.
Previously toned thighs became thunder thighs and then tree trunk thighs. Flesh covered in cellulite wobbled and smashed together, pushed together. It was like her thighs were fighting each other as they grew trying to push the other away and rapidly widening her stance. As the fat filled her, Claudia found herself floundering about quite a bit, and she realized as each of her thighs grew to far beyond the size of what her waist used to be, that her graceful steps were now replaced by a slow awkward shuffle with her fat sloshing from side to side and leaving her with a ponderous waddle.
Claudia had loved her long lean legs. They gave her a model quality strut, to be stuck with a waddle was a new level of nightmare, to be so fat as to be physically limited, slowed down, stopped even when she used to be such a fitness freak, an athlete. This was the greatest thing to suffer to be reduced to feeling like a big fat slug. And the fatness of her legs didn’t even limit itself to her thighs.
The fatness curse hit her in its entirety which included swelling both her ankles and calves until they were one thick unit, true fat girl cankles. Claudia even felt the straps on her sandals pop as her feet fattened and grew thick sausage toes to match her sausage fingers.
Her thick thunder thighs grew chafed and sweaty, and Claudia could tell that there was a funk wafting its way up from between her fat legs that mingled with her constant flatulence.
With all of this growth, there was only one part of her that still remained untouched.
Her beautiful face.
Even as the rest of her grew into an obese blob, even as she grew a blubbery double belly and a flabby bean bag chair ass, even as her neck started to grow thicker, her face had remained unmarred by fat. It remained as slender and angelic as ever. She wanted to keep it that way.
She raised her hands to touch her slender features one more time and say goodbye.
By the time they got there it was always too late.
Claudia’s chubby hands touched her chubby cheeks. Her high cheekbones were hidden by layers of fat. Even her nose had grown fat. Her entire face was now round a spongy with jiggly jowls and a doughy double chin.
It was like she had lost the last recognizable vestiges of who she was and was now trapped in the body of this obese, flatulent, stranger. As the weight of her immense changes fully settled in her mind, she let out a blood curdling scream and a tremendous, trumpeting fart.
That fart was what woke Claudia up with a start, like a foul smelling alarm clock.
Claudia jolted awake, let out a quick sigh of relief, and threw off the covers.
Then she screamed again.
Her bed was sticky with foul smelling stale sweat that clung to her massively fat body. She had to peel the bed sheets off her flab which jiggled as she did so. She looked down her fat feet and swollen cankles and screamed again.
Claudia wanted to bound out of bed, but her massively obese body made that impossible. Her flabby body shook in great undulating waves as she practically fell out of bed and staggered to her fat feet. She was wearing a completely torn nightgown as she waddled toward her full length mirror too stunned to realize how many fast food containers she was kicking out of the way as she to get there.
She stood with disbelief, staring at her unrecognizable, sweaty and gluttonous form, she began to frantically slap and jiggle her massive double belly hoping beyond hope that it wasn’t real. But it was. She could feel the fat pull on her as it wobbled. She could feel the weight of all the blubber in her fat hands.
As she spanked her own fat ass it responded with a trumpeting fart so loud that it shocked and scared her. She yelped and wobbled forward letting loose another pair of smaller ass blasts as she tried to regain her bearing.
By the time all her fat stopped wobbling about and she could catch her breath, she could still see her pendulous breasts quivering as her panicked breaths kept her chest heaving. She cupped them and they were each the size of bowling balls but soft to the touch. As she lifted them and marveled at both their weight and volume, she was afraid to just let them go lest the sudden tug hurt her back and throw her off balance. Instead she lowered them gently back onto the shelf of her double belly and let them roll off to the side thanks to the forces of gravity. And then she continued her exploration.
Tears ran down her fat cheeks as her hands just kept finding more and more flesh. Claudia kept exploring her body, running her hands along what was once muscle and letting them sink into soft fat. She held the fat, kneaded the fat, poked, and pinched, and jostled the fat. As it jiggled it was hypnotic, and the more she played with it, the more her mind disassociated.
Eventually she staggered toward the bed, crying as she felt her thighs rub together as she waddled. With a final scream, she raised her fat flabby arms over her head. Her bingo wings flapped about as she shook her chubby fists fruitlessly at the sky and then threw her obese body onto the bed.
And as she fell onto the bed she also fell off of it.
Enwrapped in the bed sheets, her slender body tumbled about on the floor. When she finally emerged from her cocoon, she found that she was just as slim and sexy as ever and let out a tremendous sigh of relief.
Her alarm clock was blaring. It was the start of what was supposed to be a big day, the start of the rest of her life. Time to meet with Reggie.
Claudia cringed at the thought of her dream, but as she thought of all the money should could be making, of the future that could be hers, that should be hers, she let her nightmare fade away into the ether and went to take a nice hot shower and start her day.
As the water ran down her tone soaped up body, she knew her dream was silly. There was no way she could ever turn herself into a big fat pig like Reggie. It was impossible. She had self control, she had a high metabolism if she ever did slip up. She’d always be exactly this hot.
While getting dressed, Claudia admired her perfect reflection in the mirror. Nothing about her was out of place. She ran her hands up and down her well defined abs and blew herself a kiss.
By the time she got to the studio, Reggie was already there waiting for her. He was fatter than she had ever seen him before in her life, and the sight of him almost made Claudia turn around. But she knew this was possibly her last opportunity, and she had to make the most of it.
When she reached him, Reggie greeted her with a big grin plastered across his big fat face.
“Claudia, long time no see. Let me show you around.”
Reggie reached out his chubby hand, and Claudia looked at it for a long moment. Her stomach turned, but she ignored its warning.
“It was just a dream,” she thought.
“Nothing more.”
As she grabbed his hand and felt its clamminess, she couldn’t help but shiver.
